// I thought of angels choking on their halos //
"You ought to, if you ever feel like going prowling through the hotsprings. I'm not sure many people go to see it, but hey, if you're ever turning to stone in an emergency and for some reason don't want all the fire around..." Danta grins. Having dried himself off, naturally the Maverick doesn't bother to clothe himself once more, instead opting to uncork the rum again for another sip. "Me?" He coughs out a laugh at that, setting the bottle down and levelling a look at Astaroth that begs him to look in the mirror if he wants to see dramatics.
At least he has an answer for his last point, Danta's tail curling up as he turns to approach the other man. "Because," he tells Asta, his tone suddenly warm and oh-so-self-assured, his hands reaching up to squeeze the butcher's shoulders, "if anything wants to get to you, target on your head or otherwise, I'll be standing right in the way. So they'll need to get through me first." What once would have had to be dragged out of him, Danta now admits to freely; he hadn't been able to reach Asta in time back with the wicker woman, and it's not a performance he intends to repeat.
At least he has an answer for his last point, Danta's tail curling up as he turns to approach the other man. "Because," he tells Asta, his tone suddenly warm and oh-so-self-assured, his hands reaching up to squeeze the butcher's shoulders, "if anything wants to get to you, target on your head or otherwise, I'll be standing right in the way. So they'll need to get through me first." What once would have had to be dragged out of him, Danta now admits to freely; he hadn't been able to reach Asta in time back with the wicker woman, and it's not a performance he intends to repeat.
Dantalion
// get them drunk on rose water //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
