in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Blinking up at Asta as he offers him out the wine, Danta makes a show of copying his lover (swirling the liquid in the glass, holding it up to the light, taking a sniff) before nodding his approval. "Hmm. Yes. Red," he agrees with a shit-eating grin; he can, in fact, smell the plum and anise, and his appraisal of wine and liquor has improved exponentially since owning the Dusklight, but sometimes he just knows what buttons to push for fun.
Raising his eyebrows to watch Asta set the pot of soup over the fire, Danta's still smiling behind his (generous) sip of wine as he stares after the other man. "I'm not sure whether or not that's meant to be an innuendo," he remarks, wondering what cobbler is supposed to be when it's at a brothel home.
Clinking his glass against the butcher's and taking another sip for luck, Danta sets his wine down and turns to appraise the spread of food, plucking up a particularly ripe looking strawberry. "Oh? Are you planning to have me for breakfast?" he wants to know.
Raising his eyebrows to watch Asta set the pot of soup over the fire, Danta's still smiling behind his (generous) sip of wine as he stares after the other man. "I'm not sure whether or not that's meant to be an innuendo," he remarks, wondering what cobbler is supposed to be when it's at a brothel home.
Clinking his glass against the butcher's and taking another sip for luck, Danta sets his wine down and turns to appraise the spread of food, plucking up a particularly ripe looking strawberry. "Oh? Are you planning to have me for breakfast?" he wants to know.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
