in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"I could be persuaded to be accommodating to you, I bet," Danta quips right back with a wicked smile over his shoulder to the butcher, before they're both settling upon the rug, soup in hand and the basket of goodies between them. For his own part, the Maverick is drawn to the changing view out the window, oblivious to Asta's eyes upon him as he takes a long sip of wine and chases it up with a bite of bread.
Only once he's satisfied with that does he turn his attention to the soup, humming his appreciation around a spoonful of it and following the butcher's lead in dunking his bread into the bowl. "Well," he says, lowering his own voice with a grin as if worried they'll be overheard, "I happen to know the theocrat of this region, and I bet he could make it happen." Tipping Asta an obvious wink, Danta reaches out to snag another piece of turkey to also dip it in his soup.
"We could always frame it as swapping the cooks so they can try different styles. That way the Dusklight's won't feel replaced, and he might be just as good when he gets back." He winks.
Only once he's satisfied with that does he turn his attention to the soup, humming his appreciation around a spoonful of it and following the butcher's lead in dunking his bread into the bowl. "Well," he says, lowering his own voice with a grin as if worried they'll be overheard, "I happen to know the theocrat of this region, and I bet he could make it happen." Tipping Asta an obvious wink, Danta reaches out to snag another piece of turkey to also dip it in his soup.
"We could always frame it as swapping the cooks so they can try different styles. That way the Dusklight's won't feel replaced, and he might be just as good when he gets back." He winks.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
