Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
It isn’t intended to be intimidating as he leans into her space. More of his attempts to be on the same level with her, despite the difficulty in that he’s nearly a foot and a half taller than her. Either way, he’s glad that his words resonate, and he nods his head with that same sharp grin, humming a “of course, darling”, returning to his task as he steps back to observe how the decor is coming along. And so far so good, in his opinion.
He offers her help should she require it as she starts to locate the placement for the wind chime and Asta meets her gaze when she looks over her shoulder to him. “Looks positively perfect.” He hums with that same grin, a little crooked, before stepping in close again now that the placement is decided. “Would you like any help?” He asks, noticing the struggle of her balance on her tiptoes, and if she wished to lean against him, he’s got no issue with it.
He offers her help should she require it as she starts to locate the placement for the wind chime and Asta meets her gaze when she looks over her shoulder to him. “Looks positively perfect.” He hums with that same grin, a little crooked, before stepping in close again now that the placement is decided. “Would you like any help?” He asks, noticing the struggle of her balance on her tiptoes, and if she wished to lean against him, he’s got no issue with it.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
