I told you, you were brave

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

"Now that's exciting. I'll keep an eye out for my invite to go to work on it," Danta purrs, clearly pleased that they'll have a new place to go and worship their goddess by the time Deepfrost rolls around. No one had enjoyed the trek out to the Black Lake in the colder months, he knows, even if being in Dygra's presence had been more than worth it.

For tonight, though, he's very content to be clung to, as it happens; as such as they swan through the door, Danta barely has time to nudge it shut again before Asta is drawing him close, and he has neither the means nor the motivation to free himself from the other man's grip. "To dance with you?" He grins back, relaxing in the butcher's grip.

"But of course. I have to mention, though, that there isn't actually any music playing." You know, just in case Asta has strayed out of tipsy and into blackout drunk territory.

Dantalion

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