in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Hissing a breath in through his teeth at the use of his full name - even from Asta, the sound of it slaps the air in a way he doesn't expect, and the Maverick absently rolls a shoulder as if he might shrug the sound off. "I always put out, providing there's something worth putting out for," he fires back, feeling reasonably confident in his ability to win a game of kiss-chase with Astaroth, given the length of the rod he's sure is jammed up his fellow Ancient's ass.
"I'm not sure you could afford it," he continues, unable not to sneer across the counter at the other man. "What do you have to offer?"
Stilling his sass for a moment so they might give their goddess the respect she so fully deserves, Danta nods with no small amount of sincerity. "You should," he urges, of visiting Dygra.
"I'm not sure you could afford it," he continues, unable not to sneer across the counter at the other man. "What do you have to offer?"
Stilling his sass for a moment so they might give their goddess the respect she so fully deserves, Danta nods with no small amount of sincerity. "You should," he urges, of visiting Dygra.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
