...hello, christ? I'm 'bout to sin again
"No idea," Danta says, as serious as you like, and he takes a haughty sip of his new drink to punctuate the remark. "And I think you'll find that as long as everyone else is looking at it, my inner drama queen is quite content." Even if it definitely becomes more of an outer drama queen at times like this. Another sip of his drink before he sets the glass down, the Maverick at least has the decency to wrinkle his nose as Flora reminds him of the physical realities of getting fucked to death.
"Oh, it has? Alright, well, fine. No falling for anyone, but if you ever do want to have no strings sex with a nymphomaniac, I can set you up. It'll have to be next season if it's me, though." Gifting her a rather salacious wink, Danta snags a barstool with one foot and drags it over so he can sit with the Doubletake rather than continuing to lean across the bar towards her.
His eyes widen with delight to hear that spatula ass-smacking might still be on the cards, Danta whistling low under his breath. "Flora, why don't you come and be a madame at this brothel?" he asks, as if this is something he's asked her to consider several times instead of bringing it up right here, right now. And, pleased that the Doubletake has taken his lead on the matter, he's more than happy to leave talk of Asta's haunt as impressive and not pick at that scab any further.
"Well," he says when it comes to the timing, pressing his hands against the counter, "I did speak to him before about using the rage room for shit like that, and he was worried that it would encourage his bad habits. I doubt he'll care at this season, but I'm not so sure it's a good idea given what he's already said about it." He wrinkles his nose. "Then again, if it's just fighting maybe that'll be fine, and you can leave the sex murder for Deepfrost."
"Oh, it has? Alright, well, fine. No falling for anyone, but if you ever do want to have no strings sex with a nymphomaniac, I can set you up. It'll have to be next season if it's me, though." Gifting her a rather salacious wink, Danta snags a barstool with one foot and drags it over so he can sit with the Doubletake rather than continuing to lean across the bar towards her.
His eyes widen with delight to hear that spatula ass-smacking might still be on the cards, Danta whistling low under his breath. "Flora, why don't you come and be a madame at this brothel?" he asks, as if this is something he's asked her to consider several times instead of bringing it up right here, right now. And, pleased that the Doubletake has taken his lead on the matter, he's more than happy to leave talk of Asta's haunt as impressive and not pick at that scab any further.
"Well," he says when it comes to the timing, pressing his hands against the counter, "I did speak to him before about using the rage room for shit like that, and he was worried that it would encourage his bad habits. I doubt he'll care at this season, but I'm not so sure it's a good idea given what he's already said about it." He wrinkles his nose. "Then again, if it's just fighting maybe that'll be fine, and you can leave the sex murder for Deepfrost."
Dantalion
i said i love you to that man but i'm not feelin' him
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
