in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Rolling his eyes as if the other man's response is disappointing (it is, ugh), Danta can only let that matter drop, since he's got no further ammo to bat towards the other man. The opinion he's formed of his fellow Ancient in the past - one that perpetuates to this day - is that Asta simply isn't into the sort of pleasures of the flesh that the majority of the world finds so thrilling, and ain't that a shame for him?
Danta, on the other hand, is not nearly such a prude; either way, it isn't actually that much of a surprise when the other man suggests that he might be useful in other ways - ones that don't involve diving beneath the Maverick's bedsheets. "Astaroth," he drawls slowly, "are you offering to be security for the Dusklight?" Because he needs to hear this out loud, with his voice, if that's so.
"You want to work for me?"
Danta, on the other hand, is not nearly such a prude; either way, it isn't actually that much of a surprise when the other man suggests that he might be useful in other ways - ones that don't involve diving beneath the Maverick's bedsheets. "Astaroth," he drawls slowly, "are you offering to be security for the Dusklight?" Because he needs to hear this out loud, with his voice, if that's so.
"You want to work for me?"
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
