in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"I do prefer that sometimes," Danta admits with a saccharine smile, "though I can't say I believe you'd ever stubbornly demand that I pulverise the parts of you that already cause you pain, so nicely it is." Shrugging and letting his smile melt into something more softly genuine to feel the touch against his cheek, Danta lowers Asta's hand to tilt his head as if imagining his nails with the colour upon them. Before the butcher goes and gets all dramatic again, of course.
"I don't know, but it felt like you deserved it," he informs him, reaching out to brush long fingers against the side of his face as he sinks back against the headboard. "Well? Would my head of security like a manicure, or would he prefer something else?" Grinning, Asta likely knows well that Danta is more than capable of such a thing, but manicures are a gateway drug, and he'll likely exit the room with kohl-lined eyes and other accoutrements if the Maverick is allowed this one thing.
"I don't know, but it felt like you deserved it," he informs him, reaching out to brush long fingers against the side of his face as he sinks back against the headboard. "Well? Would my head of security like a manicure, or would he prefer something else?" Grinning, Asta likely knows well that Danta is more than capable of such a thing, but manicures are a gateway drug, and he'll likely exit the room with kohl-lined eyes and other accoutrements if the Maverick is allowed this one thing.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
