[SE] hearthlight

// too many war wounds and not enough wars //

"I don't... think so?" Danta's brow furrows as he considers Asta's question, hiding his smile at the rough grumpiness in the other man's tone. His own stomach rumbles in response, something he scoffs at, and with a pulse of power he draws the fire back to life to lend them a little more light. "How about you get some more tea brewing - or wine, if you can face getting up - and I'll go and find out what's happened with the day."

He squeezes Asta close first, of course, playfully nibbling at his collarbone as if that will sate him for now, before forcing himself to untangle from their fireside den. With his horns still glamoured, Danta has acquired quite the bedhead, his tail flicking at his heels as he crosses the room and plucks up the letter from earlier, before opening the door.

To his delight, a covered tray awaits them - undoubtedly the Dusklight staff have been up more than a few times to see if the Theocrat and his bodyguard are awake, and have opted to leave food that will keep should they emerge hungry. Carrying it back inside and clicking the door shut, he turns to Asta with a grin. "Well, I don't know what day it is, but I've got supper."

Dantalion

// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //