I told you, you were brave

lord help anyone who stands in my way; for I am not merciful, and i am not kind
and i am not afraid to make you wish that i was

Humming another laugh, the butcher sways a touch before his tail tightens around Danta’s leg, flashing a beaming smile to the Maverick. “It is silly of you to forget.” He agrees, wholeheartedly. At least it seems the thunderclouds of his mood previously have improved, so much so that with the question and the theft of his fire doesn’t bother him.

If anything, he’s canine-like with the way he nuzzles into the fiery hand that brushes along his cheek and into his dark hair, dark eyes blinking slowly to feel the caress of heat. Almost, he wants to say immediately following Danta’s question, before the Theocrat mentions cocoa. Spiked, specifically.

And with the idea of it, his shadows practically vibrate with the idea of it, loosening his tail around Danta’s leg as he follows the other Ancient’s gaze. “That sounds divine,” he breathes, perhaps a touch more excited now with the prospect of a sweet drink. Slipping his arm back around him, he leans against him to start the walk around the bonfire. “Do you think they have any peppermint?” It was out of season (unless you’re in Halo, likely) but he can be hopeful about it regardless.

Astaroth

say your prayers now