in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Tipping a mischievous wink over his shoulder, by the time Danta returns from the Backrooms he's pleased to see that his head of security has settled himself in his usual spot. And whilst the Dusklight remains its usually rowdy self, any trouble brewing has quickly changed its mind or stepped out to find somewhere else to be. Not only that, people are still doing what they do best in brothels, even if the lingering eyes upon Astaroth are too many to count and he'll find himself propositioned by the boldest of their regulars.
None of them are quite so bold as the fair-haired woman who has come to try and glue herself to his side, however, and the Maverick watches the interaction through suddenly cool eyes and over the rim of his second glass of whiskey. He has no doubt that Asta will be able to handle himself and the interruption to his duties, but it doesn't stop the drink in his hand from beginning to steam, stinging his eyes when he realises what he's done.
Clearing his throat and lowering the glass, Danta does his best to tune back in to what his head bartender is telling him, though his eyes remain on the man across the room.
None of them are quite so bold as the fair-haired woman who has come to try and glue herself to his side, however, and the Maverick watches the interaction through suddenly cool eyes and over the rim of his second glass of whiskey. He has no doubt that Asta will be able to handle himself and the interruption to his duties, but it doesn't stop the drink in his hand from beginning to steam, stinging his eyes when he realises what he's done.
Clearing his throat and lowering the glass, Danta does his best to tune back in to what his head bartender is telling him, though his eyes remain on the man across the room.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
