Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
He’s silent in the face of Danta’s retort, grin blooming even more toothy as the only response he’ll get. It’s enough of one, though, and he’s sure it betrays him as he towers over the Maverick, locked hand in hand (wrist to wrist?) and chuckles alongside the blonde at the jesting. “Is that so?” He asks, even if he doesn’t particularly care about the answer.
Especially not when the other Ancient’s leg hooks around his thigh and does indeed set him slightly off balance as he steps forward, breaking that distance and promptly putting himself directly between the Maverick’s legs. So much so, that he has to lean down to meet the blue gaze of the other man. Alas, his hands are full, one with Danta’s wrist and the other holding onto that bottle, but his tail does wind around to wrap around Danta’s leg to keep it right there. “Let me get this straight, darling, you’re inviting me in to close proximity of your neck?” He drawls, head cocking as his dark hair comes a little undone from the pronged horns to fall into his face, his dark eyes scanning the blonde from where he leans down.
Especially not when the other Ancient’s leg hooks around his thigh and does indeed set him slightly off balance as he steps forward, breaking that distance and promptly putting himself directly between the Maverick’s legs. So much so, that he has to lean down to meet the blue gaze of the other man. Alas, his hands are full, one with Danta’s wrist and the other holding onto that bottle, but his tail does wind around to wrap around Danta’s leg to keep it right there. “Let me get this straight, darling, you’re inviting me in to close proximity of your neck?” He drawls, head cocking as his dark hair comes a little undone from the pronged horns to fall into his face, his dark eyes scanning the blonde from where he leans down.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
