// Greed won't rest 'til he's crowned as a king //
So happy to be the distraction Danta needs, Asta leans into the affections and soaks them up as much as he can, indulgent in the warmth and close proximity of his Theocrat. The soft brush of his lips across his forehead warms him more than the fire in the office could, tilting his cheek into the hand that cups it with an indulgent but no less sharp smile.
Drawn up to stand alongside him, he has no tail to contend with while his glamour is up, and he’s ferried to stand and practically forced to drape somewhat against the other Ancient in all the ways he understands Danta’s little tricks. Not that he will complain in the slightest, though, with his exhaustion not as bad as he imagined it would be, he’s energized perfectly to satiate Danta’s desires. “Mm, you have wonderful ideas, darling.” He compliments easily, snagging the cane with one arm that leaves Danta’s middle while he keeps the other slipped around him in case he gets any ideas on escaping his clutches.
Already his leg feels better, able to stand without trouble from the pain and the cold, enough that he can manage to snag the tied bag of their dinner to be devoured later, and happily lets Danta lead the way for them to warm up. "What is first on the agenda of warming up?" He asks, looking over to his fiance to flash another sharp smile, one still just as sharp for the lack of the glamour.
Drawn up to stand alongside him, he has no tail to contend with while his glamour is up, and he’s ferried to stand and practically forced to drape somewhat against the other Ancient in all the ways he understands Danta’s little tricks. Not that he will complain in the slightest, though, with his exhaustion not as bad as he imagined it would be, he’s energized perfectly to satiate Danta’s desires. “Mm, you have wonderful ideas, darling.” He compliments easily, snagging the cane with one arm that leaves Danta’s middle while he keeps the other slipped around him in case he gets any ideas on escaping his clutches.
Already his leg feels better, able to stand without trouble from the pain and the cold, enough that he can manage to snag the tied bag of their dinner to be devoured later, and happily lets Danta lead the way for them to warm up. "What is first on the agenda of warming up?" He asks, looking over to his fiance to flash another sharp smile, one still just as sharp for the lack of the glamour.
Astaroth
// From the land to the sea, he'll take all that he needs //
