honey, ask me, I should know
Asta believing it or not doesn't make it any less true, though whether it's because of the tall Ancient's absence or rather the effect said absence has had on the Dusklight's proprietor is anyone's guess. (And those within the establishment are quite astute at guessing, though they likely keep it to themselves).
"How disappointed they will be," Danta croons, reaching back to the tray to select another slice of apple. "You're quite right, though," he adds, juggling the wine and the apple so he can eat without putting either down or letting go of the butcher. "You do have a reputation to maintain."
A reputation he really ought to be flaunting right now, instead of being sequestered away with the Maverick, but as he turns and his lips brush along Danta's jaw and closer to his ear, he can't find himself caring too much. "Well, I ought to have some perks," he agrees with a grin, pausing only to finish his apple before chasing it down with another sweet sip of wine. "It's a very stressful job, you know, running this place."
It's a remark that may or may not be true, depending on the day, but what is clear is that Danta has been feeling the other man's absence, professional or otherwise.
"I'm glad you're alright," he mutters, the words almost mumbled into Asta's shoulder. "And I'm well aware that we should probably be out there with the rest of the Dusklight. I just don't want to, right now."
just to sit outside your door
