you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
Giving himself a chance to calm his rabbiting pulse as Asta departs to fetch the glasses and decanter, whilst Danta is beginning to resent the corset all over again, he doesn't touch it, merely taking a few deep breaths (well, as deep as he can) and focusing on the here and now. Blinking his eyes open in time for the butcher's return, it's with a smaller if not more genuine smile that he accepts his whiskey, smoothly shooting it back in one swift gulp.
"That's good to know," he says, voice roughened by the burn of the alcohol, though he's nonetheless pleased to know that his performance in their 'ballroom' has been sufficient for the day, even it was only half a lesson at best. "Well, I could probably be persuaded into finery whenever you like, so long as you are the one dressing me in it," he confesses, gazing down at the delicate chainwork draped across his chest and shoulders.
"Maybe next time we could even clear out space on the main floor of the Dusklight. Make a night of it."
"That's good to know," he says, voice roughened by the burn of the alcohol, though he's nonetheless pleased to know that his performance in their 'ballroom' has been sufficient for the day, even it was only half a lesson at best. "Well, I could probably be persuaded into finery whenever you like, so long as you are the one dressing me in it," he confesses, gazing down at the delicate chainwork draped across his chest and shoulders.
"Maybe next time we could even clear out space on the main floor of the Dusklight. Make a night of it."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
