sometimes you gotta backstab a motherfucker

you're never gonna get it, I'm a hazard to myself

"And it shows," Danta assures her, bouncing his eyebrows over his shoulder at her as if to assure her that her best has been duly noted by both himself and by Asta. "Racist?" he repeats of Stormbreak with a tilt of his head as he works on massacring another few pieces of watermelon to act as garnish for their drinks. "Ugh, I didn't know that. Do I really want that kind of riff-raff in my region?"

He isn't serious of course - and besides, Danta has all sorts of riff-raff in his region already - but it's certainly something to keep in the back of his mind. "Oh, he is? Good for him. Means there should be more than ample ways to get merry when we visit." Evidently he has heard of Mateo's skill with plants and their properties.

Turning to offer her one of the cocktails, he collects up the other two and nods towards the pool area as if to ask if she'd like to come and lounge in the hot tub with he and the butcher while they continue to gossip. "A nail tech - now that's something," he agrees. "And Charlie will very literally rub off on him if he isn't careful, so he ought to watch out about how broad he wants his horizons to become."

Dantalion

I'll break it to you easy, this is hell