// you've got a passion in those eyes //
"Good," Danta murmurs, leaving it at that as he brews their tea and empties a generous (read: all) amount of the liquor into the kettle as well. "Oh?" He smirks, unused to having anything to make anyone else envious - not that he'd ever particularly cared, but this is a new and refreshing feeling. "Oh, I see. Maybe it's a good thing that you can't use it again yet, then - not while you're still expanding your wardrobe." He wiggles his fingers.
Smirking and moving to sit back down with the kettle between them, he tilts his head at the other man's appraisal of the tea set and scoffs under his breath. "Never have I seen a man so enamored by bone china," he drawls, picking up the kettle and waiting for Asta to hold out the cup before pouring the tea; richly amber, steaming and smelling faintly of whiskey, cinammon and cloves, it's about as warming as the fire without needing to set any clothes alight.
"How are you feeling?" Danta asks off-handedly, pouring himself a cup as well and instantly taking a long sip.
Smirking and moving to sit back down with the kettle between them, he tilts his head at the other man's appraisal of the tea set and scoffs under his breath. "Never have I seen a man so enamored by bone china," he drawls, picking up the kettle and waiting for Asta to hold out the cup before pouring the tea; richly amber, steaming and smelling faintly of whiskey, cinammon and cloves, it's about as warming as the fire without needing to set any clothes alight.
"How are you feeling?" Danta asks off-handedly, pouring himself a cup as well and instantly taking a long sip.
Dantalion
// so aim it straight and true //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
