As the two of them went around and around, Dante could help but laugh the entire time he was on it, feeling the revolutions push and pull at his body as he laid there right next to her as the two went around and around in rapid circles before he began to notice that the two were beginning to slow down to an eventual halt. The whole time this was going on, however, Dante made no move to push her back from him. Much rather, he felt as though he was completely at ease with her right where she was net to him. Not to mention she was one hell of a beautiful woman, too. One could guess that somewhere, within the back of his mind, Dante actually felt as though he was once again back in his childhood days, before reality stripped him of everything straight down to the bone, leaving him nothing more than an empty shell. Perhaps being right there with her seemed to change all of that.