Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
“It does always help to be complimented.” He agrees – sated in much the same way. Boost the butcher’s ego and fan the flames of his pride and you could get many things from the butcher. Though, it also doesn’t mean he’d stop just to hear it. The cane shifts in his hand, his head tilting slightly toward his fiancé at the mention of an offering. “Perhaps I will manage to find something there to leave for her.” He does need to use his cane against something, what better than to kill two birds with one stone – or cane, possibly, in this instance.
He does see the way Danta’s nose scrunches up and it sparks a warm laugh from him, his hand spreading out a bit against his lower back. “Oh, come now. You would not appreciate a lovely wintry landscape from the comfort of our room?” Even with the Eirachi’s attention, she’d have to battle the bonfire that Dygra had helped them create and something tells him their dark lady would win out.
Meeting the smirk, the butcher flashes one of his own – all sharp teeth and promise before he’s scanning out around them for anything lurking in the woods. “At this rate we have quite the variety to choose from. Shall we make a jar of them and pull for the next excuse?” He asks, amused and never once going to complain about spending time alone with him.
He does see the way Danta’s nose scrunches up and it sparks a warm laugh from him, his hand spreading out a bit against his lower back. “Oh, come now. You would not appreciate a lovely wintry landscape from the comfort of our room?” Even with the Eirachi’s attention, she’d have to battle the bonfire that Dygra had helped them create and something tells him their dark lady would win out.
Meeting the smirk, the butcher flashes one of his own – all sharp teeth and promise before he’s scanning out around them for anything lurking in the woods. “At this rate we have quite the variety to choose from. Shall we make a jar of them and pull for the next excuse?” He asks, amused and never once going to complain about spending time alone with him.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
