A grunt. Dante winces as his hand is slapped. Slapped? What? Thats pathetic.
He moved to touch Henry again, grabbing him by the shoulder firmly while moving his other hand on his back once more, having it arch a little as he pulled his shoulder back- forcing Henry into a different, more esteemed and upright posture.
"... nonono your back needs to go like this... see?" After Dante was contented with how he had positioned Henry's stand, he let go.
"There. Yannow- first impression always comes from body language. You slouching like that shows that you have a low self-esteem; its basically saying 'I'm weak and I won't do anything if you push me around.'" He smiled again. "Which, you are. But yannow- not everyone has to know that, Missy."
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He moved to touch Henry again, grabbing him by the shoulder firmly while moving his other hand on his back once more, having it arch a little as he pulled his shoulder back- forcing Henry into a different, more esteemed and upright posture.
"... nonono your back needs to go like this... see?" After Dante was contented with how he had positioned Henry's stand, he let go.
"There. Yannow- first impression always comes from body language. You slouching like that shows that you have a low self-esteem; its basically saying 'I'm weak and I won't do anything if you push me around.'" He smiled again. "Which, you are. But yannow- not everyone has to know that, Missy."