[There's a bit of a pause, and Dante shifts in his seat. He doesn't like casually talking about this. He's not sure if it's something to be prideful about, it's not like he even has a shop anymore. The stupid demons his idiot brother sent wrecked it. He's so going to make him buy them a new place. But it's not like he's going anywhere, and awkward silence is worst than chit chat about what he does for a living.

At least he's not an accountant or something like that. Talking about that kind of thing would be beyond boring.] Usually demons. Whatever hunts down humans, I hunt. I've got a shop ready, I just have to get back and get to the customers. [His wrecked ruins of a shop, that hasn't even opened yet. But hey, he still owns the land so he guesses that it counts.]