"Hey, they care." Dante saw the eye roll. Though he didn't think it was due to Chris feeling it an invasion of privacy or disrespect, but more out of annoyance that people were pestering him to pay attention to his health. How dare they. It wasn't like anyone else on the team was sharing the bed with Chris. And Dante knew his boyfriend well enough to know there was a good chance he'd wake up and find Chris with papers and a pen light in bed, or a whole damn computer if he was really anxious or worried about something. Prove him wrong, Chris.

Dante nodded at the answer. "All right. I'll hang around for a few days, but if it's gonna take longer than that, I'll check in with the Order, see if they have something quick nearby." And if both of those things checked out negative, then he would have to talk to Chris about taking another extended leave of absence. He knew this was important to Chris, but Dante also wasn't about to bore himself waiting for data crunches. Demons couldn't have Dante the Devil Killer holidays forever.

But he trusted his man and Chris' team to find what they needed. Dante already offered the Order's help if Chris wanted it; Kat would be happy to lend aid. Especially since Hound Wolf was technically gone rouge now... He broke from his thoughts when the older man fondled his knee, then shot him a grin. "I like the sound of that."

Likewise, Dante was going to focus on Chris. Making sure he got something to eat, got washed up and treated, and you bet your ass he was gonna ensure the man was rested. Even if it meant fucking him into a stupor and wearing out every brawny muscle. He knew the job was important to Chris, but dammit man, there were limits to human strength and stamina. Plus the wear and tear, mentally and physically, on a person. Dante didn't want to see Chris burn himself out. A little sex and some TLC wouldn't hurt him. Kinda like pizza.

Not that he planned on letting Chris get off that easily tonight. Some rough. Some slow and loving.