[SE] or christ, hold me like a knife

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

Danta pretends not to notice the crude doodle included in Astaroth's parchment, but the smirk on his face all but gives him away, and he's wondering what to start with on his next list (because of course there are multiple) when he spots the way the butcher's hands crease and fold the paper. Pausing, the Maverick watches with obvious fascination until, in place of a list, a little crow sits in the palm of Asta's hand, and Danta scrunches his nose in an attempt to hide his delight.

"I'll allow the generalisation, because it looks so good," he says, watching the flames consume the paper corvid before he flaps the next leaf of parchment towards Asta expectantly. "Where the fuck'd you learn how to do that?" he wants to know, the meaning behind his gestures somewhat obvious as he shifts to face the butcher properly. And more importantly, can you teach me how?

Dantalion

// so aim it straight and true //