I used to hold your haunted neck; I know I'll miss you if I close my eyes
"Sustenance and pleasure are mutually exclusive in my case," Danta informs the other man easily enough - not one to shy away from his nature, the Maverick is no tortured soul. The hunt, the kill, the feast - he relishes it all as much as a fine wine on a cold night. "But no, I was speaking more of simple preference." With an indulgent smile, he gestures to the wall of bottles behind the bar, selecting a robust red, a botanical gin, and an amber whiskey. "I prefer the red, but I feel like you might be more for the whiskey."
As for the company and the way in which they might occupy each other's time, the Maverick's eyes burn with a cold fire, and a fanged smirk curls across his lips. "Have we met before, Dorian?" he wonders, tilting his head. "Because I feel as though I really ought to have." That, of course, is a yes, and with a murmur in the ear of one of the staff flitting by, a bath will soon be drawn and a room prepared.
"So what made you come to the Grounds? You can say it was me - I take compliments very graciously." He grins.
As for the company and the way in which they might occupy each other's time, the Maverick's eyes burn with a cold fire, and a fanged smirk curls across his lips. "Have we met before, Dorian?" he wonders, tilting his head. "Because I feel as though I really ought to have." That, of course, is a yes, and with a murmur in the ear of one of the staff flitting by, a bath will soon be drawn and a room prepared.
"So what made you come to the Grounds? You can say it was me - I take compliments very graciously." He grins.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
