I told you, you were brave

// too many war wounds and not enough wars //

Unaware of the storm brewing across the room, Danta and his catch of the day don't take long to begin canoodling and then some, the Maverick absolutely taking advantage of his status as owner of the Dusklight to enjoy some of her greatest pleasures. Shifting to let his hand slip up the woman's shirt and doing absolutely nothing to prevent her own explorations of his body, soon enough he's rising to his feet with her, lips pressed to her ear and his gaze mischievously on one of the more private alcoves on the main floor.

It's fine, right? He's merely offering her a chance to sample some of the Grounds' hospitality, and since he's the proprietor of this fine establishment, it'll be on the house as well. So saying, if Asta does nothing to stop the Maverick, it will be with the tourist tucked snug under his arm that he ambles towards said alcove. They're clearly intending to do more than chat.

Dantalion

// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //