Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
His dark gaze takes in the fruit plate that Maea orders, taking in the particular sweet options before he sips again from the chocolate martini, letting the warmth of the liquor burn through him and warm him up further. It’s enough that his shoulders slouch a fraction as he listens to her answer, snorting and nodding his understanding. “Ah, I had just assumed you were located there. Perhaps instead, you might be willing to help me create it when I get to it?” Of course, the notice would be available well in advance in case she had any other previous commitments.
As it stands right now, though, Astaroth is feeling quite comfortable within this establishment and the job he harbors, evident in how his presence simply keeps things under wraps (and keeps the guests from harassing the workers).
But then she’s asking another question and his dark gaze slides over toward her, head tilting curiously as he blinks in a small amount of confusion. “Oh, just here.” He confirms with a snort, one that turns into a deep resounding chuckle. “Danta knows better than to put me in charge of anything too terribly important. Security of an establishment, I can manage quite well. A region? Absolutely not.” His accent is a bit thicker here, sharp grin turning a hint more lopsided.
As it stands right now, though, Astaroth is feeling quite comfortable within this establishment and the job he harbors, evident in how his presence simply keeps things under wraps (and keeps the guests from harassing the workers).
But then she’s asking another question and his dark gaze slides over toward her, head tilting curiously as he blinks in a small amount of confusion. “Oh, just here.” He confirms with a snort, one that turns into a deep resounding chuckle. “Danta knows better than to put me in charge of anything too terribly important. Security of an establishment, I can manage quite well. A region? Absolutely not.” His accent is a bit thicker here, sharp grin turning a hint more lopsided.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
