Dantalion
but you can't be free
Danta expects his attentions to be well-received, but he hasn't expected this, and as Asta all but flinches involuntarily, the Maverick's hands still for just a moment as if to check he's alright. Which he is, thankfully, allowing him to continue to comb his fingers through sleek, dark hair and to press his grip into the spaces where the other man's horns usually sprout. "Oh, you are too kind," he purrs in return. "We have stalled a bit on that rage room, though. Other things came up." He's sitting on one of them, if he's being completely honest; he'll have to check in with everyone soon.
"A masseuse magician?" he echoes, snapping back into the conversation purely because he can hear the shit-eating smile on Asta's face, and as he shifts to the side a bit to peep down at him, he can see it too. "What of you, then, if that happens? You going to become some new Theocrat's security?" he wonders, smirking at the prospect and giving the butcher's hair a gentle tug. "Or will I be hiring you as a personal bodyguard?"
"A masseuse magician?" he echoes, snapping back into the conversation purely because he can hear the shit-eating smile on Asta's face, and as he shifts to the side a bit to peep down at him, he can see it too. "What of you, then, if that happens? You going to become some new Theocrat's security?" he wonders, smirking at the prospect and giving the butcher's hair a gentle tug. "Or will I be hiring you as a personal bodyguard?"
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
