the streets are all violent with murderous excitement
For once it isn’t aimed as a slight — instead, a connection. Because while he didn’t deal with everything Danta had, he had his own chains that kept him restrained. “Happy to hear it.” It’s a genuine comment that slips from his smiling lips. He’s trying to break through the prior grievances (likely due to the strange kindness of before, the acceptance of his work, something that is making him think perhaps together they’d be a force to be reckoned with, so that nobody would pull their chains again).
At the mention of keeping his teeth to himself, he lifts the hand that had been in the flame before and waves it as if waving off the notion. “I’ll be good.” He drawls with a sigh. “Unless someone truly deserves it.” His smile shifts sharper again and he pulls his gaze away from the Maverick to the small surge of people moving about in the street. “Though, I have made a deal with the clinic for the darker urges.” He admits after a moment, his dark gaze sliding back toward Dantalion.
At the mention of keeping his teeth to himself, he lifts the hand that had been in the flame before and waves it as if waving off the notion. “I’ll be good.” He drawls with a sigh. “Unless someone truly deserves it.” His smile shifts sharper again and he pulls his gaze away from the Maverick to the small surge of people moving about in the street. “Though, I have made a deal with the clinic for the darker urges.” He admits after a moment, his dark gaze sliding back toward Dantalion.
Astaroth
the hunter and the prey are dancing every day
