you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
Unable not to be suspicious in the face of what he swears is something genuine, Danta's brow remains furrowed even as he offers a stiff nod, more than happy to move beyond their respective pasts and into the here and now. Straightening the lapels of his coat and angling himself slightly away from the fire to properly commit to their conversation, he does at least manage a smirk at the other man's drawling tone.
"I hope it stays that way," he says, of Asta's being good. "Unless someone deserves it, of course. And whatever agreement you made is between you and the clinic, so long as it doesn't bring trouble to my door." Because then Danta will have something to say, and he isn't that much of a fan at distributing justice and all that jazz.
"Speaking of trouble," he continues, glancing back towards the steps leading into the Last Whisper. "Some sailors from Torchline are having the time of their lives down there. Care to join me in teaching them some manners?"
"I hope it stays that way," he says, of Asta's being good. "Unless someone deserves it, of course. And whatever agreement you made is between you and the clinic, so long as it doesn't bring trouble to my door." Because then Danta will have something to say, and he isn't that much of a fan at distributing justice and all that jazz.
"Speaking of trouble," he continues, glancing back towards the steps leading into the Last Whisper. "Some sailors from Torchline are having the time of their lives down there. Care to join me in teaching them some manners?"
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
