I told you, you were brave

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

Not for the first time finding the butcher's laughter entirely contagious, Danta can't help but join in, unable to find a suitable counter-argument to his point. "I see," he says through a chuckle. "I suppose it's all the more important that I help this stall with their business, then, if we're going to be calling out anyone trying to drink iced cocoa during Longheat." Sipping once more at his own drink in the wake of seeing Asta do the same, the whiskey as much as the cocoa serves to warm him through, though with the kick of coffee he ought to be able to get them home at least.

Because home is what Asta chooses, and Danta couldn't be more in agreement. His tail flicks out, linking casually against the end of the butcher's, and he rises to his feet away from the bench and holds out a hand to help Asta up too. "I can't think of anything I'd like more," he says with a smile, guiding them away from the table and the stall and away from the bonfire, back towards the steps down into The Last Whisper.

"Hey," he says suddenly, a somewhat sly curl to his lips. "Can I take you on a date one of these days?"

Dantalion

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