I used to hold your haunted neck; I know I'll miss you if I close my eyes
Again has Danta furrowing his brow; he's neither great with names and faces nor a complete dimwit, and his defence he'd had a fair bit to drink by the time he'd stumbled upon - and stolen - Hadama's conversation in the Hanged Man. Eventually realisation does dawn on him, in more than one way, and he looks directly down at the man's feet. "You've got legs now," he notes.
Anyway.
"I suppose there aren't many better places to study storms," he agrees, a rumble of thunder purring in the distance, deep enough to thrum through the ground beneath them. "And I am, yes." Something like that, anyway. "I am going to open a parlour of pleasure and bodily delights in The Last Whisper. You're welcome to sample it, when it's open."
Anyway.
"I suppose there aren't many better places to study storms," he agrees, a rumble of thunder purring in the distance, deep enough to thrum through the ground beneath them. "And I am, yes." Something like that, anyway. "I am going to open a parlour of pleasure and bodily delights in The Last Whisper. You're welcome to sample it, when it's open."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
