in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Pinned with a look that would have no small number of the Dusklight's patrons thinking twice about their next actions, Danta can only offer a fanged smile in response, neither confirming nor denying any future shenanigans he might plan. Asta has to leave at some point, after all. For now though, at least, the Maverick leaves it at that. He's been brought one gift and there's another on the way, and the other man has managed to draw him out of his bad mood. That's deserving of as much good behaviour as Danta is capable of in the current circumstances.
"Oh, don't worry. I think you come off well enough," he assures him instead - indeed, there's already a worker sidling up to hand the Dusklight's security a clean, damp cloth to try and wipe away some of the glitter from his face, and Danta knows it's not just because of the stellar job that Asta does. "You know," the Maverick says quietly, "this place really has started to seem like home, hasn't it?"
He'd not expected it to become quite so familiar quite quickly, but neither is he upset about it.
"Oh, don't worry. I think you come off well enough," he assures him instead - indeed, there's already a worker sidling up to hand the Dusklight's security a clean, damp cloth to try and wipe away some of the glitter from his face, and Danta knows it's not just because of the stellar job that Asta does. "You know," the Maverick says quietly, "this place really has started to seem like home, hasn't it?"
He'd not expected it to become quite so familiar quite quickly, but neither is he upset about it.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
