Astaroth
// i ride the edge, my speed goes in the red //
“Precisely, darling.” Asta hums, content to not let Flora’s engagement shadow his own, just as he’s positive that Flora won’t allow theirs to shadow her own. And with the mostly carefree nature of the Ancients in question, it isn’t as though they will be racing to the altar. So for the time being, the butcher is content to leave it up to fate however it works – whether or not Kaisel likes it that way.
The A-Train nickname has his smile sharpening a touch more – still not quite understanding what the point of it is and still very much imagining a wedding dress train, but he doesn’t comment on it. Instead, he chooses to comment on the dinner plans. “I will keep my fingers crossed.” He assures the soldier – despite very much not intending to do so.
The other thing has him perking up, however. And his smile brightens and darkens simultaneously with eagerness. “Ah, anything for my Dark Lady.” He purrs, tail flicking contently as he straightens up from his desk that he’d leaned against. “I will happily help you with that endeavor.” Ensuring his sleeves are rolled up, he steps out to the larger expanse of space in his office in front of the desk - plenty of room for the spar to take place, and grants Kaisel the first strike.
The A-Train nickname has his smile sharpening a touch more – still not quite understanding what the point of it is and still very much imagining a wedding dress train, but he doesn’t comment on it. Instead, he chooses to comment on the dinner plans. “I will keep my fingers crossed.” He assures the soldier – despite very much not intending to do so.
The other thing has him perking up, however. And his smile brightens and darkens simultaneously with eagerness. “Ah, anything for my Dark Lady.” He purrs, tail flicking contently as he straightens up from his desk that he’d leaned against. “I will happily help you with that endeavor.” Ensuring his sleeves are rolled up, he steps out to the larger expanse of space in his office in front of the desk - plenty of room for the spar to take place, and grants Kaisel the first strike.
// hot blood, these veins, my pleasure is their pain //
