I told you, you were brave

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

Unable not to laugh at that, Danta gestures around with his free hand at the people milling through the Inner Quarter who are quite obviously not Ancients. "I imagine there are people who exist who have a sweet tooth like you, but who also don't have the benefit of being heat-proof?" He grins. "So an iced chocolate would really hit the spot, don't you think?" Given that Asta's stubborn streak runs a mile deep, he expects the butcher will have a plethora of objections, but so be it.

Sipping at his own drink only to find the other man nuzzling against him, a smile curls across Danta's lips and he sets his cup back down to give Asta's knee a gentle squeeze. "I'll order extra and keep you a small private stash," he promises, nodding to the stall. "Maybe we can even do  business with them directly." For now, though, it remains a hypothetical, the Maverick letting out a slow, content sigh as he turns his head to nose against the butcher's throat.

Dantalion

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