in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Not bothering to hide his own smile, of course Danta enjoys the way the eyes flick to him and then over his shoulder, and stay there, because in his humble opinion, of cours everyone in the establishment ought to be looking at Astaroth. He doesn't bother to make the butcher a drink this time given the confines of his mask, but he contents himself with some whiskey over ice before that velvet, accented voice reaches him (even if it's a little muffled).
"I think so, yes," he purrs to him, inclining his head in a nod. "At least for an hour. We ought to show our faces for part of the night, don't you think?" And then he has every intention of sneaking up to his rooms where he'll find Asta once again, with any luck. For now, though, he offers him a wink and slips away into the Backrooms where he can set the buther's clothes down in his office.
"I think so, yes," he purrs to him, inclining his head in a nod. "At least for an hour. We ought to show our faces for part of the night, don't you think?" And then he has every intention of sneaking up to his rooms where he'll find Asta once again, with any luck. For now, though, he offers him a wink and slips away into the Backrooms where he can set the buther's clothes down in his office.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
