He laughs softly to hear that Danta had told her about their quality time – the threat of a curse sharpening his crooked grin. "[say]Mm, well, I do think he would combust if it were all year. That, and I feel as though I’m running a risk of pulling a muscle somewhere.[/say]" But where, he’s not sure. It changes day by day. She is right, though, that it is nice to be wanted. And for that, Asta’s smile softens a touch. It’s paired with the snort of high protein options for food, even if this season makes him far keener on the human variety (despite how good he’s been, unfortunately). “[say]Perhaps so.[/say]” Only next year would be able to tell, he supposes. At least it wouldn’t be a surprise, thankfully. He takes a moment away from his carvings to down the rest of his wine, lips staining slightly with the deep red hue of it before he sits back to admire the work they’ve done as they piece it all together. A lantern settled perfectly in between spiritual and mischief, decked with the glittering shards of mirrors and the beautiful portraits of pieces that scream Flora. “[say]You are welcome, darling. I am happy to help.[/say]” And if she’d liked his bone renditions for the lanterns, perhaps it gives him an idea of what to do for a gift for her next. All of those thoughts he keeps behind his sharp teeth, though, flashing her his shark tooth smile as he shifts to nudge her gently with his elbow, dark honey eyes sparking with playful mischief. “[say]Now, might it be too much trouble to see if you have something sweet you may be willing to share?[/say]” Bouncing his brow playfully, Asta starts to rise from the booth, offering his arm out for her to take to enjoy the rest of the evening.
- FIN
- FIN
