open hand or closed fist would be fine
"Oh, I'm quite sure you were." Danta grins. "But even if that was the case, you're my menace, whatever you're up to." Whether that's fighting him through a nightmare or snapping his teeth at people for getting too close, it doesn't make a difference to the Maverick. "And come, now. It was less putting up with and more helping you through it. You can always be as intense as you like with me." Winking at the butcher, Danta sits up, forcing his hand to slip out of Asta's, if only so he can make room for the wine that arrives.
The waiter spends a moment uncorking the rich red and allowing the butcher to taste it, before pouring them both a generous measure and leaving the bottle on the table for them to enjoy. Danta peers into the deep crimson liquid and lifts his glass, offering a surprisingly sunny smile towards the other man and holding out his wine for a toast. "Happy Birthday, Asta," he trills.
The waiter spends a moment uncorking the rich red and allowing the butcher to taste it, before pouring them both a generous measure and leaving the bottle on the table for them to enjoy. Danta peers into the deep crimson liquid and lifts his glass, offering a surprisingly sunny smile towards the other man and holding out his wine for a toast. "Happy Birthday, Asta," he trills.
Dantalion
the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
