I told you, you were brave

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

Left fidgeting somewhat uselessly as Asta shifts into action - sitting up properly at the desk, the whiskey, the pipe - Danta rakes a hand through his ruffled hair as if to neaten it somewhat (not that he'd noticed or cared what kind of state it was in before right this second). But as the butcher finally speaks, it's with a genuinely bewildered frown that he regards the other man. "Wh-- I own a brothel, Asta. And it wasn't directly in front of you - last I looked you were working and across the room," he protests.

Asta is turning away, though and the Maverick finally starts to understand why he might be in trouble here, though it doesn't dampen down his confusion any. They hadn't talked about it, no, but he's beginning to think they should. He also thinks that he's far too sober and Asta is far too not to chat about it right this second. "You never cared before," he points out. "Even when..." Taking a deep breath, he tries again. "Even when it was pretty obvious what was between us. I didn't think you'd care, given how often I prefer to blow off steam compared to you."

Dantalion

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