I told you, you were brave

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

Just as happy to let their 'work' conversation die at the door, Danta's eyebrows raise in surprise to feel the butcher grasp him close, his limbs growing loose enough to allow Asta to manoeuvre him however he pleases. "It is?" he has time - just about - to question, before the lights are being drawn low and he's very much being led into a dance.

As distinguished as the other man might be, the Maverick is likely rough in equal amounts, such that his feet are a little unsure at first as they go, before he simply melts into Asta's lead and the rhythm offered by the music that rumbles through the other man's chest and throat. It's enough to surprise Danta into silence, leaving him with a soft frown on his face that's much more thoughtful than it is negative.

"This is really nice." He mutters the admission, stepping a little closer to tilt his head to rest against Asta's shoulder, hoping to feel the song as well as to hear it.

Dantalion

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