burned me up and down

// you knew who I was //

"I was playing a good host. You shouldn't have to lift a finger at your own party," Danta huffs, though whatever feathers were at risk of ruffling are promptly smoothed down by the feel of Flora's fingers in his hair and Asta's hand drifting across his chest. "Hey," he adds in response to the butcher's quip - not that it's even remotely a lie - and he settles back as the whiskey goes around and the sound of the party echoes, loud and proud, through the walls and beneath the door.

"Mm, well you can always feel free to come and find us at the end of the night," he quips, the offer an easy one to make given their current positioning, though he does flick his eyes up towards Asta for confirmation that he's in agreement. "The last person who should be leaving alone tonight is you, Flora." Smirking and reaching up to snag the whiskey again, he tilts his head up to carefully enjoy another mouthful without spilling any of it.

"For the record, though, I wouldn't say any of this was hurried so much as it was... passionate. Impatient. Fiery, you might say." He winks.

Dantalion

// with every step that I ran to you //