if i die because you made me melt, oh well

// I thought of angels choking on their halos //

"Oh I'm sure Asta would have continued to speak with her if she'd pressed the issue," Danta says with a half-smile, his hands moving from Flora's feet to press firm strokes up the length of her calves. "He just wouldn't have had anything civil to say." He almost remarks that the butcher had opted to get wasted and have a threesome to feel better about sharing a room with Maea, but this is a safe space, so he wisely keeps his lips sealed on that matter.

As for Jack, the Maverick scoffs and shakes his head. "He was probably peeping through the windows at you when you weren't looking," he tells her, fully committed to the fuck that guy aspect of their evening. "Wondering how to make an entrance or what to say to fuck you off. But you were always too occupied for him to make his move, so he just slunk off into the dark."

Feeling very pleased with himself at the narrative he's painted - and gracefully shifting with Flora as she adjusts to make a circle jerk trio of massages, Danta can't help but let out a cackle in response to the Doubletake's groan. "I take that sort of permission very seriously, you know," he purrs. "Alas, I think Asta is already tiptoeing a fine line tonight. But don't worry - he can always just sit and watch." He winks.

Dantalion

// get them drunk on rose water //