I told you, you were brave

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

Soft or not, they've both been forced to get comfortable on much rougher terrain in their time, and Danta clearly has no issue with it. Especially not as the butcher's fingers come to press at the tight muscles of his shoulders and at the back of his neck, the Maverick humming out a soft sound of approval and tilting his head forward ever so slightly. "A den?" he echoes, not understanding at first, until he puts two and two together. "Is this where you start sleeping as a dog at the end of the bed?" he wonders, grinning against Asta's chest.

Still, clearly he's content with anything that will make the butcher happy, melting further against him and listening to the smooth rumble of Asta's voice against his ear. "Mm, I think so too. Besides, she doesn't spend nearly enough time in the Dusklight, and I want to see how many cocktails it takes to get her drunk."

Dantalion

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