seven sins, don't let them in

all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach

Winking towards Asta and raising his empty glass at his addition to the toast, Danta will never hesitate to praise their hard-earned fountain or the magical wine it produces. He's started to hide flasks of it all over the Dusklight and their usual haunts within the Grounds, in fact, though Asta's response prevents him from getting too distracted by that train of thought.

"Oh?" It isn't that Danta had expected the butcher not to miss his home region, but more that he'd assumed he'd hide it with bluster or nonchalance. A smile kicks up the corner of his mouth as he reaches to pour them both another measure of whiskey, the Maverick nodding absently. "It seemed like a different world from what you showed me of it in the House of Midnight. I visited briefly once, when I went to see Deimos, but I was only outside for seconds at the most."

Not nearly enough time to be able to take in any changes; not that he'd been concerned with sight seeing so much as staying alive and moving.

"Maybe one day they'll make it more friendly for the likes of us," he says, gesturing for Asta to lead the way upstairs. "Until then, though, we can go back to King's End whenever you want, if you feel homesick."

Dantalion

don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash