I told you, you were brave

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

Hesitating just for a moment - and not because he doesn't want to, he just can't ever remember holding Asta's hand on purpose before - Danta slides his fingers against the butcher's, giving his hand a squeeze. "What, you mean like you did?" he wonders with the barest hint of a smirk on his face. Reaching out suddenly to swat Asta's boots off the desk, the Maverick all but swarms into his space, slinking into his lap and slipping his free arm around the other man's shoulders.

"I'd find it very hard to believe that someone could swan in here and promise me that. I already have everything I could ever want," he declares, his tail flicking with bold amusement. "Unless, you know, they've got three cocks and can squirt wine out of their tits. Then we might have a problem." He shrugs. "I'll let you know if anyone like that pops up though."

Dantalion

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