// you've got a passion in those eyes //
"You say that, but I was here last night if you recall." Danta raises his eyebrows playfully. No, he hadn't had to feed Asta, but the butcher had put away most of a bottle of wine in a period of ten minutes, and he hadn't exactly been firing on all cylinders. Still, the Maverick would be lying if he said he isn't relieved to hear the grumpiness back in the butcher's voice, because it means he's more himself than before. And so instead, Danta falls into content silence for a few minutes to finish his coffee, enjoying the heat rolling from the man pressed against his side.
"Mm, if you say so," he drawls. "We've got all day, so there's no rush." Well, that's not strictly true, he supposes. But the rush is Danta's problem, and it's less to do with the butcher's injuries and more to do with the woman who caused them. Unable to help it, he does glance down at Asta's bare chest now that he's sitting up, as if to see whether the bruises have somehow gotten worse overnight.
"Mm, if you say so," he drawls. "We've got all day, so there's no rush." Well, that's not strictly true, he supposes. But the rush is Danta's problem, and it's less to do with the butcher's injuries and more to do with the woman who caused them. Unable to help it, he does glance down at Asta's bare chest now that he's sitting up, as if to see whether the bruises have somehow gotten worse overnight.
Dantalion
// so aim it straight and true //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
