"Well, no, not really...angels and demons are two separate species...their very nature is that they can't become corrupted. Still, they're counterpoints and if that helps understand what I'm talking about..." it was better than mincing words or trying to muddy the water too much. If a spirit was considered the opposite of a demon here, he wasn't going to go too much in depth, the simpler he made it the less explaining it took and the less of a headache it would be for the both of them.

"It'll sting a little, but yeah I can," not before taking several steps back, however, he didn't want Anders to get himself all caught up in the atmosphere. Once Dante determined it was safe enough he triggered the transformation and it looked as though it stung more than just a bit as a howl was ripped from him. Of course it would probably be the same for anyone who was being ripped through with red lancets. Fortunately the moment was brief enough, but the trigger drastically altered Dante--he still looked the same, but there were red cracks against his skin, like light was trying to pour through. The whites of his eyes were blood red and the iris and retina were pure white, his hair was equally white. It might be odd to think about it, but even time seemed to slow down around him, "shoulda told you...it's not very pretty..."