that's what I tell him

Dantalion

how the fuck am I supposed to know

"A bit is more than enough, believe me," Danta says with a long sigh, plunging the arm with the silk covering beneath the water as if to keep it out of sight since they're trying to have a nice, gossipy hangover-recovery sort of morning. "Oh, they can? I thought once scars were there, they were just... there," he says, furrowing his brow and considering it. "Maybe I'll drop by one, the next time I'm in the area." He nods. The memory and his own resulting nightmares are enough without the physical reminder, thanks.

Nodding - he hates it too, and then some - before rolling his shoulders as if to get rid of the dark train of thought, Danta sinks deeper into the water and lets his head rest against the stone as Flora sidles closer, a catlike smirk tugging at his lips to hear the imagined consequences of his actions. "Not to mention I'd find myself quite lonely," he quips. "And yes, you ought to feel very honoured. Granted," he adds in a low voice filled with mischief, "I'm pretty sure the killing and devouring comes after he does, so..."

So leaving Asta blue-ballsed isn't a bad thing, potentially.

if we're in love or if we're in pain?

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!