Dantalion
but you can't be free
Don't you worry, Danta's fantasies are doing a very fine job indeed, especially as she ushers them to a secluded little booth and sneaks him a peek at milk-white skin and dark tattoos. His eyes are still lingering on the slit of her skirt and the way her curves are outlined through the material when she brings up Torchline's liquor, the Ancient raising his eyebrows and absently reaching out to let his fingers play among the candle flames.
"Just for you, mm?" The corner of his mouth kicks up in a smirk, Danta finally lifting his gaze back to her face. He ignores the server as they set down the bottle and the glasses, more interested in Maeve pouring the drinks, and if his fingers brush against her own as he takes his glass, so be it.
"You can call me whatever you want," he says simply, knocking back the shot in a clean motion. "But my name is Danta, if that suits you more."
"Just for you, mm?" The corner of his mouth kicks up in a smirk, Danta finally lifting his gaze back to her face. He ignores the server as they set down the bottle and the glasses, more interested in Maeve pouring the drinks, and if his fingers brush against her own as he takes his glass, so be it.
"You can call me whatever you want," he says simply, knocking back the shot in a clean motion. "But my name is Danta, if that suits you more."
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
