[Training] give me your fire, give me your fear

in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue

Straightening himself out as well - and double checking again that there isn't an Asta-shaped bite missing from his shoulder - Danta snorts and rolls his eyes at the other man. "I can restrain myself," he says. "I can't have sex though, or I'll eat them, he says." The words are drawled and injected with no shortage of amusement, the Maverick brushing the dust off his clothes and his coat and from his hair, before taking a final, deep breath and letting it out in a deep sigh.

"Let's call it a draw, hey?" he offers, a sunny smile plastered back across his face as he turns his collar up. "Unless you want to go and clean up by the side of the Oasis?" The suggestion being, of course, that if such a thing were to happen, there might be a repeat of last time. Except Danta doesn't intend on being dragged into the water on this occasion.

Dantalion