concealed by your slight of hand

in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue

Surprised, but pleasantly so, to hear that Asta has their outing all planned, Danta sidles back onto his stool and crosses his long legs to let the other man take his leave. "Of course," he says, gesturing for him to take all the time he needs as he watches the scenes in the Dusklight play out. It makes for an entertaining show, however quickly Asta returns, and he's back on his feet and shrugging into his coat as the butcher draws closer once more.

With his head inclined just so to hear him speak as they head for the door, indeed to any watching (see you later, bartender) it would appear as though Asta is letting Danta in on some trouble afoot - trouble that might require his personal assistance to resolve. And so they step out and into the brisk evening air, the Maverick instantly turning up his collar against the chill.

"I don't think you've ever said anything so sweet to me before," he says with a dark smile, the words purred into the cold air and covered, by and large, by their footsteps. "How far away are they?" he wonders, just in case it's easier for Asta to take to the ground as a fyrhund and for Danta to follow (at a very safe distance, of course) on the wing.

Dantalion