"This is silly," Ophelia muttered, regretting coming to Dante's door. She turned around, hoping he was too deep in sleep to hear her knocking, so she could slip back into her chamber.
Unfortunately for Ophelia, Dante's door opened before she could get back to her door.
Dante leaned on the frame of his door and eyed the woman trying to sneak away. "Why come all this way just to sneak off? Unless you are playing a little game to wake me and run back to your chamber, but you were too slow."
"It is not that. I changed my mind because I didn't want to wake you after you had a tiring day as well," said Ophelia.
"Well, you were wrong since I couldn't sleep. I had to kill two men in a place where I rest my head."
'You are no stranger to war and death. Why would killing those two stop you from sleeping?" Ophelia asked, puzzled by what Dante faced. "Are you trying to get me to enter your chamber to comfort you?"
"Is it working?" Dante inquired.
