[Nero is in the laundry area. The washing machine is already churning with Dante's clothes in it, plus whatever he found lying around to make a full load. (Whites and colors separated, he's a good boy.) Meanwhile, he's in the middle of using the utility sink and a rag to wipe off Dante's coat, since leather can't go in the machine.

He glances back over his shoulder when he hears Dante approaching.]

Well, you sure smell better.

[Nero shuts off the sink and plops the coat on top of the dryer to dab it fully dry.]

Your coat smells better too. Whatever you were killing, its blood stinks like ass.