// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
“Sorrows.” Astaroth rumbles with an amused twitch of his lips, chuckling a little as he sits up more fully and adjusts his shirt and sleeves a bit as Danta gets redressed to go downstairs. Of course, the flash of gold captures his attention, an approving look granted (and something internally possessive with the thought rebounding around inside his head).
He moves to stand, looking Danta over with more appreciation to see the leather pants, too, that has him stepping over to help the Maverick get into them a little bit easier. “So very well rounded. What was your favorite?” He asks, flashing an easier and more relaxed sharp toothed grin as he steps back, gesturing for Danta to lead the way (and also so he can watch him take the lead, sue him.)
He moves to stand, looking Danta over with more appreciation to see the leather pants, too, that has him stepping over to help the Maverick get into them a little bit easier. “So very well rounded. What was your favorite?” He asks, flashing an easier and more relaxed sharp toothed grin as he steps back, gesturing for Danta to lead the way (and also so he can watch him take the lead, sue him.)
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
