Dantalion
but you can't be free
He has been missing out, and Danta makes a point to remember to offer this sort of touch more often, if not just because they both shamelessly enjoy it, then also because it's probably good for the Dusklight's head of security to be on top form. Not that the Maverick is remotely thinking of work right now. "It'll only be for a few minutes," he sasses at the other man's drama, huffing out a laugh and letting his attention linger against the back of the other man's neck before his racial traits disappear completely.
Taking advantage before Asta can snipe at him with some comment or another, Danta's fingers plunge into the butcher's dark hair, offering a slow, firm starburst of touch against his scalp, unimpeded at last by the taller Ancient's horns. "Screw being a magician - maybe this is what I should have been instead of Theocrat." A masseuse working in the Dusklight does seem very much to the Maverick's taste, but of course he'd not get away with nearly as much.
Taking advantage before Asta can snipe at him with some comment or another, Danta's fingers plunge into the butcher's dark hair, offering a slow, firm starburst of touch against his scalp, unimpeded at last by the taller Ancient's horns. "Screw being a magician - maybe this is what I should have been instead of Theocrat." A masseuse working in the Dusklight does seem very much to the Maverick's taste, but of course he'd not get away with nearly as much.
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
