Nelo Angelo's eyes remained red, the look of odd serenity was washing away as his brows creased and his features seemed to harden with a look of rage. The body started to stand flexing his fingers as he no longer slouched but stood tall and proud. He grinned an almost sardonic grin.

"Many thanks, kind stranger." He turned fast enough that Nelo Angelo's black coat spun with him as he moved for the door. Freedom, sweet freedom. Now he had to go see if Dante was truely gone. He owed his brother a few swift kicks.