Summer love
Dante had never been able to accept the truth about what he was. He could accept what he had become, but he could never accept that it was because he had somehow lost his soul, the very thing that made him human. If he were truly as evil as some thought, how would he be able to feel things like love? The summer he'd fallen in love with Paulie had made him feel more human than anything that happened when he was alive. so that had to mean something. He wasn't a demon, no matter what any hunter might say.