Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
Unfortunately for Maea, Astaroth is quite oblivious to what is happening. In fact, he’s focused so much on the decorations that when he steps back and she steps back against the wall, he steps forward – tail waving like a lazy cat as he adjusts a few little things here and there, before running his finger along the little golden tubes to hear the chime, smiling softly to himself before she breaks the silence and he glances over his shoulder at her with a nod. “Far better than I could have done on my own. Thank you for your help.” He turns, lowering partially to offer a little bow of gratitude before he straightens up again.
“Perchance we could finish that drink?” He asks, as he now notices her fidgeting, dark brows pinching together curiously. “Unless you’d prefer to not be surrounded by the rest of the Dusklight? My room is available if you still wish to talk.” Astaroth doesn’t care either way – but if they do intend to remain in his room, he’ll need to depart to collect his cane and his drink that he’d left at the bar with the bartender.
“Perchance we could finish that drink?” He asks, as he now notices her fidgeting, dark brows pinching together curiously. “Unless you’d prefer to not be surrounded by the rest of the Dusklight? My room is available if you still wish to talk.” Astaroth doesn’t care either way – but if they do intend to remain in his room, he’ll need to depart to collect his cane and his drink that he’d left at the bar with the bartender.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
