For a very long time when he was younger he was more comfortable sleeping in the secret passageways in the ceilings than he was in the beds at home; he considers this a side effect of watching a few too many horror movies late at night when he was in his teens. There are probably still the remains of pillows and blanket-nests in there, assuming the mice haven't taken over completely.

Dante feels that in some respects his life has been very boring--he's never intentionally tried halluciogens (there was a minor chocolate incident four or five centuries ago that yielded monoploy game pieces that took you to Wonderland), he's never gone and played Tag with a wild hunt.
He'll be six hundred and forty eight in July. He used to make a year-bead at the summer solstice.