the world at large

electing strange perfections
in any stranger I choose

Kiada plays him like a fiddle, and whether it's for better or worse, Danta enjoys being played. Hearing her out, watching the delight play across her pretty face, feeling the heat where she's close but not quite close enough... it's with a hiss of both acceptance and playful annoyance that he finally steps away from her, taking a moment to straighten out his shirt on purpose.

"Fine," he says. "Secretary, even if we both know you are a cocktease underneath it all." Smirking, he gestures to the letters. "If you are eager to start now, all of those could probably do with a look. I will even be kind and allow you to do it out at the bar, and not in here with that thing." Waving a hand towards the birdcage, Danta is already wrinkling his nose and inching out of the office.

Dantalion

you knew who I was
with every step that I ran to you