I used to hold your haunted neck; I know I'll miss you if I close my eyes
"A pleasure." Everything is, for Danta. Usually, anyway. With a hand gently caressing the soft blonde waves of a girl tucked against his side, he hears out Dorian's request with a furrowed brow. This is what wait staff and receptionists are for, is what it wants to say, but being a creature whose instincts lay uncannily beneath the surface, he looks at Dorian and then looks again, and is not found wanting.
Sucking in a breath through his teeth and disentangling himself from the bodies on the couch, the Maverick rises with a long stretch, grabbing a sweater to pull over his head. "If you'd follow me," he purrs to Dorian, gesturing for him to meander through the crowd towards the bar. "My finest drink might be different to yours. What's your poison?" he asks. "And would you like some company with your bath?"
Sucking in a breath through his teeth and disentangling himself from the bodies on the couch, the Maverick rises with a long stretch, grabbing a sweater to pull over his head. "If you'd follow me," he purrs to Dorian, gesturing for him to meander through the crowd towards the bar. "My finest drink might be different to yours. What's your poison?" he asks. "And would you like some company with your bath?"
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
