[SE] or christ, hold me like a knife

// you've got a passion in those eyes //

"Kinky," Danta barks out with a fanged grin. He can't help it, alright - Asta mentioned a suit of rubber, what the fuck else was he supposed to say? Clearing his throat as if to stop his mouth from running away with itself, he waits for another flurry of lightning to pass overhead before he starts to lower the flames somewhat. "I think I could probably run over and pick one up if I was quick," he reasons. "What's the worst that could happen?"

Duuuumb ways to die, so many duuuumb waaaays to diiiie

Nodding slowly at Asta's explanation, and more specifically the things he chooses not to say, Danta takes a marginal step back away from the other man; enough to look him up and down properly now that he's not just catching sight of him out of the corner of his eye. "...Right," he frowns, reaching out to rub a smudge of dirt from the butcher's cheek. "Do you have it in you to walk back to the Whisper?" he asks. "If not, I saw an inn just a mile or so away from here, if you want a break."

Dantalion

// so aim it straight and true //