// you knew who I was //
Receiving his second cocktail and bouncing his eyebrows at Asta as he orders a shot on the heels of his own drink, Danta is clearly expecting them to go on some absurd spy mission, half drunk and about as useful as a fireplace in Torchline. Then, of course, his name leaves Asta's lips as he's mid-sip, and the Maverick regards him quietly over the rim of his glass.
"It was the leather pants, wasn't it?" he purrs. "Go on, you can admit it." Taking another drink and leaving the cocktail half finished, he sidles off his barstool and claps the butcher on the shoulder as he takes the shot like a champ. "I'll see you in your room, then," he mutters, just quiet enough for the other man to hear.
And if he reaches out to cheekily pull Asta's tail on the way past, well, who can say it was him? There are a lot of people in the bar, Asta, c'mon.
"It was the leather pants, wasn't it?" he purrs. "Go on, you can admit it." Taking another drink and leaving the cocktail half finished, he sidles off his barstool and claps the butcher on the shoulder as he takes the shot like a champ. "I'll see you in your room, then," he mutters, just quiet enough for the other man to hear.
And if he reaches out to cheekily pull Asta's tail on the way past, well, who can say it was him? There are a lot of people in the bar, Asta, c'mon.
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
