I told you, you were brave

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

The stairs might go down but that means Danta is forced to abandon his drink early so he might rest a steadying hand against Asta's chest as they go, preventing any head-over-heels accidents. (If he were feeling more poetic he might realise they'd already had one of those in falling in love with one another, but there we are). Still, they at least manage to get back to the covered cobblestones of The Last Whisper, the Maverick leaning happily against the other man as they stroll back towards home.

Having no idea how high Asta holds their time in the Sparkbird's Nest, Danta isn't thinking quite that far ahead, but the butcher's agreement is enough for him to flash him a cheerful, fanged grin, nodding. "I'll surprise you," he decides. "All I'll say is that we'll wait until Leafchange, get this shrine and the rage room out of the way first."

Feeling very pleased with himself just at the prospect of organising a date with Asta, by the time the Dusklight comes upon them Danta doesn't hesitate in opening the door for them to swan in together, tails linked, his arm wound around the other man's waist in a way that's far more than companionable. And he doesn't care who sees, not with the nature of their argument before heading out, and he offers a nod to the bartender who offers them a knowing glance in return. "Figure they've got the fort held here. Let's go," he purrs to Asta.

Heading straight upstairs to his rooms, the Maverick is already feeling better even than he had when he'd been flirting with the tourist those few hours before, smiling up at the other man and distractedly clicking open his door.

Dantalion

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