that drip could turn torrential

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

"Oh, I am sure Dygra would love to hear from you after your performance at her shrine," Danta says with an indulgent smile and another sip of his cocktail, only for his eyes to light up further to hear that Kai is going to approach their mother goddess for his next quest as well. "Be careful, Flora," he chides half-playfully, "or your new beau will come home with horns and a tail. Charlie is very good at her job." That job being their priestess, of course, and recruiting worthy Accepted to the cause.

Glancing back to Asta at his drunken whining, Danta lets out a soft laugh and reaches up to gently pinch at the butcher's cheek. "Oh, but you would be my favourite towel rack," he purrs. "Why not both? Either way, I'm afraid you don't get a say on not being in the bathroom. I like the idea of thinking you're sneaking a peek at me while I shower." As if he doesn't spend most of his time with more skin on show than not anyway.

"Anyway," he continues, nodding up ahead at the blacker-than-black shape of Wildering House nearby, illuminated by various lanterns (whether lit by the current inhabitants or the spirits). "I vote for or not on the bathing suits, and I would definitely like to take a dip. Who's in?" He doesn't even have to really ask Asta, nudging the other Ancient with his hip.

Dantalion

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