what a lovely way to burn

electing strange perfections
in any stranger I choose

"Or perhaps delivery via origami," Danta suggests, mimicking someone throwing a paper aeroplane (IDK what they'd call them in Caido ok). Meandering closer to the altar once Asta has arrived there, the Maverick eventually does join him, gazing down at the leather bag and the hand that disappears inside it. Narrowing his eyes for a moment and muttering a, "May I?" it's clear that he's very intrigued - and he thinks he has an idea anyway.

"Is it the heart from some creature?" he wonders with dark glee glittering in his eyes. "Oh, or some bone creation that you've made for Dygra?" Bouncing his eyebrows, he's not done. "Wait, no - it's a painting done in your own blood." He can't even blame this on hanging around Charlie too much - Danta has always been this way.

Dantalion

you knew who I was
with every step that I ran to you