Dantalion
but you can't be free
"As it so happens," Danta drawls, "it is. His were much less pretty, though. Obsidian, if I didn't know any better." He tilts his head just enough that one of the diamond tips of his horns might brush against her fingers, sparkling in the manufactured twilight of the Hanged Man. And as her hourglass figure threatens to brush up against him, he does absolutely nothing to prevent it.
"Like what?" he wants to know. He could make some obscenely dirty joke about being able to fill her missing parts, but even Danta remembers how things work with flirting. Perhaps that sort of behaviour might have been acceptable in the Climb, but... well. They aren't in the Climb right now. Manners, manners, and all that.
"Like what?" he wants to know. He could make some obscenely dirty joke about being able to fill her missing parts, but even Danta remembers how things work with flirting. Perhaps that sort of behaviour might have been acceptable in the Climb, but... well. They aren't in the Climb right now. Manners, manners, and all that.
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
