maybe then you'll get a little heated too

open hand or closed fist would be fine

"Gods, that's better," Danta almost groans as they step off the skyship and into the muggy, oppressive heat of The Climb. He breathes it all in deep - the humid air, the fog clinging to their legs and drifting across the smouldering earth, the smell of smoke and char in the air. "I know it's not as cold in Torchline now that the sun has risen, but I didn't expect it to be so rainy," he continues, stretching his arms high over his head as if to expose as much of himself to the delicious warmth of their homeland as he can.

"We'd better make the most of this, I guess," he says through a laugh, rolling his shoulders and dropping back to walk with Asta, casually slipping his arm through the other man's to lean against him as they begin the trek towards the Burrows and the portal to the Grounds nestled within it. "It won't be nearly as toasty as this until we've made it back to our den."

Dantalion

the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine