in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Danta manages to concentrate for a full thirty seconds before the woman's shrill laughter has him glancing up again, by which time even his bartender is nudging him to go and sort things out. It's little to do with the relationship between butcher and Maverick, either; Asta can't rightly do his job when he's babysitting some drunk, so the sooner it's taken care of, the better.
And who better to take care of it than the Dusklight's proprietor?
"I'm afraid you'll have to allow my head of security to do his job. I know he looks tempting, but he's paid for a different sort of service." He purrs, his arm moving around the woman's waist to quite determinedly peel her away. "Perhaps I can offer you some entertainment for a little while?" Raising his eyebrows, he moves to guide her to an empty table, snapping his fingers for some drinks to be brought over.
Sorry, Asta.
And who better to take care of it than the Dusklight's proprietor?
"I'm afraid you'll have to allow my head of security to do his job. I know he looks tempting, but he's paid for a different sort of service." He purrs, his arm moving around the woman's waist to quite determinedly peel her away. "Perhaps I can offer you some entertainment for a little while?" Raising his eyebrows, he moves to guide her to an empty table, snapping his fingers for some drinks to be brought over.
Sorry, Asta.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
