"I think you'll find that most folks here are a lot brighter then me." He pushed the food back. "You should save it for later. It'd be a shame if you spent all that time cooking for nothing."

"Maybe, but we're not willing. And the one that tricked you was probably treating you better then most of them have been." He complained. "We're one thing, but most folks that end up here are human. They can't exactly defend themselves against these creeps. So sorting them out is important to me."

Dante wasn't in love with the majority, he was in love with humans. The same humans that were getting screwed by the majority. So, while he's okay being poor, he's pissed for humanity, and now his brother.