hold you to the light, let you shine

in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue

"Perhaps I will. I thoroughly enjoyed being able to use you as a mannequin. Usually it's a fight to get you to stand still and follow instructions," Danta purrs; of course he'd enjoyed being the one in control for once, not to mention it had been shamelessly wonderful to be able to ogle Astaroth from every angle and to touch him wherever he pleased. It's with these thoughts still dancing through his mind and a wicked little smile on his face that they approach the Dusklight.

Before they get too close, the Maverick does slip his arm out of the butcher's, reaching up to take the clothes from him as well - he doesn't want anything to take away from this entrance, especially given the events of the past few weeks. (Looking at you, wicker woman fallout). "Shall we?" he purrs to Asta, stepping in front of the other man before swanning into his establishment without a care in the world.

To say that all eyes fall upon them is a red herring, because they almost always do - such is the curse of being the proprietor (Danta) or being tall and intimidating (Asta). But there are double and triple takes as the Maverick slips further into the Dusklight, heading for the bar where he can get himself a drink and acquaint himself with all that they've missed while they were out on their date.

Dantalion