"My mother is right... You really do stink." Morgana commented while holding her nose, pushing the smell away from her nostrils.
"Seriously, Dante, you smell like sulfur and blood. If you want to keep playing the 'great leader,' I suggest you fix that before you ruin our collective sense of smell." She teased.
"You've been quite loose lately, trying to impress your mother? Look at how I have control over my husband!" he joked, smiling—something Dante had been doing less of lately.
Reaching the intricately carved double doors, Morgana extended her hand and opened them with a dramatic flourish. "Welcome to the bathroom of the gods, airhead. Try not to break anything this time."
"Of course, thank you. The 'great leader' will wash up now." Dante said as he entered, leaving Morgana behind.