// I thought of angels choking on their halos //
"Say more things," Danta says with a fiendish grin and a bounce of his eyebrows, clearly approving of her knife in a silk sheath analogy, if only because he can be both the knife and the sheath in the right circumstances. (Wink wonk). And, as it happens, what Flora goes on to discuss isn't far from his already filthy thoughts, the Maverick cocking his head to the side and nudging his own half-full drink towards her should she need some further Dutch courage.
Giving her the time and space to phrase it however she likes, evidently the only thing Danta finds wrong with her request is the last part, the Maverick snorting. "Only my hand?" he says, as if she's deprived him of the best part of all of this. "First of all, fuck yes Flora," he congratulates her. "And secondly, of course we've got the sort of thing you mean here. All shapes, all sizes. You can practice with any of the lovely staff as well, if you like, but I get the feeling there's a reason you came to ask me?"
Discretion, a personal touch, a prior history, etc. etc.
Giving her the time and space to phrase it however she likes, evidently the only thing Danta finds wrong with her request is the last part, the Maverick snorting. "Only my hand?" he says, as if she's deprived him of the best part of all of this. "First of all, fuck yes Flora," he congratulates her. "And secondly, of course we've got the sort of thing you mean here. All shapes, all sizes. You can practice with any of the lovely staff as well, if you like, but I get the feeling there's a reason you came to ask me?"
Discretion, a personal touch, a prior history, etc. etc.
Dantalion
// get them drunk on rose water //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
