I told you, you were brave

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

Smiling - it does sound lovely, if he says so himself - Danta is interrupted by his own little shiver of pleasure caused by the butcher's fingers drifting down his back, and he tilts his head up to peer at the other man through half-lidded eyes. "Mm, well we did climb all those stairs," he says, as if that ought to be a good enough explanation for his physical fatigue. Not to mention most of a bottle of whiskey, never mind whatever they'd just done. (Not that it had been tiring compared to some of their other antics).

"As moments go it's a pretty enjoyable on--" Cut off by the kiss the other man delivers to his lips, Danta curls an arm further up and around Asta's shoulders, wanting to both draw him back over his body and simultaneously push him back so he can sprawl atop him. Settling on neither, it's only as they finally part that he's able to respond properly, the words mumbled against the butcher's mouth.

"I could renovate," he suggests; the arched ceilings in the room are certainly high enough. "Could make an extra half level, move the bed up there. We'll get a ladder for it - no stairs." Maybe Danta will even be able to dart the distance eventually.

Dantalion

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