Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
“Far more comfortable now that Danta isn’t sending workers to my room night after night.” He teases with a low chuckle – a clear indicator that sex wasn’t something he was interested in very often if at all, which might resonate somewhat with her when it came to the fact they both were standing and enjoying drinks in a brothel. But that’s beside the point. Instead, he nods to her information of her own lodging, and flashes her a smile of understanding. “Ah, I enjoy a good walk as well.” He muses, before taking another sip of the wine, tail flicking contently behind him like a sunbathing cat.
The grin broadens at the comment, though, his sweet tooth in full force with her agreement – something he’ll have to tell Dantalion of. That, and perhaps to send a few more bottles of it to his room. Anyway, he remains standing while she settles on the seat and he places his mug down as he starts to inspect his shirt now that he feels a bit more warm – fingers tracing over burnt holes in the cloth as he starts to answer her question. “Of course, darling, what would you like to know?” It was a broad topic, and he wants to make sure that he isn’t just overloading her with information. “What is it your friend is seeking?” His dark gaze lifts toward her as he starts to unbutton the shirt, fully intending to slide it off as he internally chides himself for not keeping extras around that weren’t in his room.
Either way, everyone here except for Maea had seen his scars before, and frankly he has very little to hide when it comes to it.
The grin broadens at the comment, though, his sweet tooth in full force with her agreement – something he’ll have to tell Dantalion of. That, and perhaps to send a few more bottles of it to his room. Anyway, he remains standing while she settles on the seat and he places his mug down as he starts to inspect his shirt now that he feels a bit more warm – fingers tracing over burnt holes in the cloth as he starts to answer her question. “Of course, darling, what would you like to know?” It was a broad topic, and he wants to make sure that he isn’t just overloading her with information. “What is it your friend is seeking?” His dark gaze lifts toward her as he starts to unbutton the shirt, fully intending to slide it off as he internally chides himself for not keeping extras around that weren’t in his room.
Either way, everyone here except for Maea had seen his scars before, and frankly he has very little to hide when it comes to it.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
