stay your pretty eyes on course

// divide me down to the smallest I can be //

Feeling rather wise as he goes to fetch their impromptu overnight guest, Danta offers Sunjata an easy smile and a warm clasp of the shoulder, gesturing for him to follow him away upstairs. Saying his goodnights to the bartender on duty and ensuring that there is ample security to cover any remaining patrons or workers, he's soon able to take his leave, his own shoulders instantly relaxing as he's able to shed off that veneer of responsibility and become wholly himself.

Whatever Sunjata thinks of their combined room is entirely up to him and whatever comments he does or doesn't make on it; Danta is likely to laugh off anything he has to say with genuine amusement, but he isn't so sure what the butcher will make of any perceived criticism right now. "The flavoured vodka is a very nice touch," he purrs to Asta, clicking the door shut and locking it automatically now that the other man has gotten him used to the idea.

Flaring the fire a touch higher and ensuring all lamps and candles are lit, he joins Sunjata to get a drink and holds Asta's glass up as if to ask what he wants. "There's the couch by the fire," he tells the Flood, "but if you'll be too warm, the bed is just under there." He gestures behind the various drapes creation a partition into their den.

Dantalion

// put your, put your v-v-venom in me //