// you knew who I was //
"Ever the hero," Danta purrs in response to that, his smile lost in a flash of fangs that soon disappear back beneath the length of his scarf. Eager not to remain outside for too long - but knowing better, somehow, than to invite the Sword directly into the belly of the Dusklight - the Maverick leads them a short few steps down the Last Whisper to a coffee shop where they might duck inside, however briefly it is needed.
"You did? I would apologise, but I have no obligation over where she goes any more," he says of Maea, knowing the other man would have undoubtedly heard the news if he'd run into his ex-ambassador. "Though I hope she didn't cause any further trouble for you." At least in Stormbreak she couldn't be said to causing any trouble for Halo, which would be a can of worms he doesn't want to risk opening.
But no - the conversation moves on and there are thanks to be had, apparently. Not accustomed to doing things that would merit gratitude from anyone, Danta hides his surprise, like his smile, behind his scarf. "Here's hoping it never has to happen again," he murmurs, finally unlooping the garment from around his mouth as they step into the shop.
As for the coat, the Maverick is both flattered and surprised to realise the Sword's offer was serious, and he gestures at the coat he's currently wearing. "I'm quite attached to this, if that's doable," he says. He thinks it might be ramphire leather, based on his procuring it in Torchline; a decent length and dyed a deep, ruddy mahogany that catches red in the right lights, it's been with him since his descent from The Climb into this new world.
"You did? I would apologise, but I have no obligation over where she goes any more," he says of Maea, knowing the other man would have undoubtedly heard the news if he'd run into his ex-ambassador. "Though I hope she didn't cause any further trouble for you." At least in Stormbreak she couldn't be said to causing any trouble for Halo, which would be a can of worms he doesn't want to risk opening.
But no - the conversation moves on and there are thanks to be had, apparently. Not accustomed to doing things that would merit gratitude from anyone, Danta hides his surprise, like his smile, behind his scarf. "Here's hoping it never has to happen again," he murmurs, finally unlooping the garment from around his mouth as they step into the shop.
As for the coat, the Maverick is both flattered and surprised to realise the Sword's offer was serious, and he gestures at the coat he's currently wearing. "I'm quite attached to this, if that's doable," he says. He thinks it might be ramphire leather, based on his procuring it in Torchline; a decent length and dyed a deep, ruddy mahogany that catches red in the right lights, it's been with him since his descent from The Climb into this new world.
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
