I told you, you were brave

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

"If you say so," Danta quips back in a sing-song voice, smirking and glancing back periodically at Asta as he orders their drinks, as if trying to commit his carefree expression to memory. Once they've claimed their cocoa and he finds himself ferried into a seat next to the butcher, the Maverick sits himself down all too willingly, letting his hand settle comfortably atop Asta's knee beneath the table.

"Mm, I think they did iced cocoa as well," he says, glancing back to where one of the assistants at the stall - an Abandoned, it looks like - is creating ice to crush up. "So maybe more business than we think. Still, it's probably only the likes of us ordering it hot." Us being Ancients of course, Danta falling quiet to sip at his own drink.

Smirking around it to hear the butcher's open praise, he scoots to sit a little closer and lean casually against him. "Good. Maybe I'll start offering it at the Dusklight." Though it will probably be spiked, of course.

Dantalion

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