I want indulgence

// but i'm weak, and what's wrong with that? //

Asta flirts and tends bar and assures the staff that he's no longer a bite risk. Danta, on the other hand, does his first lap of the Dusklight. The attire does much of the work for him - the cane and the muzzle keeps most people behaving - and he strolls the perimeter like a black-clad ghost minding everyone else's business. There's no stopping to chat or to mingle, no chaos spilling out of him with every step. Danta is quiet and solemn and impeccably in control, even going so far as to crack the cane against a patron's shins when he looks like he's getting much too much into a waitress's space.

Blue eyes flick up just in time to catch Asta's gaze as he departs from the gaggle of women (who are swooning over the new bartender, wouldn't you know it), and it's very lucky, honestly, that the Maverick has been too busy to really understand how good Asta can be at flirting with strangers. Not that he ought to mind - especially not given his own proclivities - but so sue him. Maybe swapping places with Asta has got him taking on some of the other man's possessiveness, too.

"Everyone is behaving themselves as they should," he croons as he stops by the bar. "I didn't realise how fun it was to see people straighten up and start minding their manners when you walk by."

Dantalion

// boy oh boy I love it when I fall for that //