[Was that an honest attempt at flirtation? It's hard to tell, what with the monotone voice and all. Dito, in a rare form of optimism, decides to interpret it as the taller man finally returning his serve. He moves a little bit ahead of Dabi, pausing a few seconds to flash a grin over his shoulder. His Omen pads on, seemingly bored of his perverted antics, yet still affording them a little bit of light from her glowing white eyes.]

Dunno about that. [Dito's voice once again has that throaty, coquettish drawl to it.] Might want you to do the opposite. Might want you to make me forget my own name. But again, let's save that until we're somewhere more comfortable, yeah?

[So saying, he begins to peruse the contents of the room. This one appeared to have been some sort of alchemist's study at one point. Broken bottles and test tubes litter the ground, along with some assorted notes too waterlogged to read. Dito picks up a bottle that has miraculously escaped the fate of its brothers, staring dubiously at its contents. Whatever liquid it had held before seems to have spoiled beyond identification.]

No chance of finding any buried treasures here, it looks like. Makes me feel like I'm back in that cavern at the Land of Snows. Fucking Cent.

[He doesn't elaborate, but the emphasis he puts on "Cent" should indicate that it's the name of a person.]