[As Soma arrives, Dante is at his desk, practically buried under paperwork, though there is an open bottle of whiskey within arm's reach. When he glanced up at the arrival he let out a sigh of relief. Any excuse to get away from it.]
C'mon in. I take it you're Soma?
[Pardon him a moment while he drains the rest of the bottle.]
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C'mon in. I take it you're Soma?
[Pardon him a moment while he drains the rest of the bottle.]