storm's comin', I can see the clouds
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Danta purrs in response to Asta's insistence on later, though the sly smile won't leave his lips, and rest assured, he has every intention of making good on the Butcher's patience when they are in less scandalised company. Luckily they have an abundance of good food and wine to keep their minds (mostly) out of the gutter, and the Maverick hums around a bite of lobster to nod his agreement with the other man.
"Surely somewhere like that must exist already," he says. "But if not, that's an idea for the Grounds in Flowerbirth." Winking, Danta raises the last bite of lobster in a toast before settling in to enjoy it, washing it down with the last of his glass of wine.
He's just finished refilling both of their glasses when Asta offers out the butter-dipped lobster, and it's with quiet delight that he leans in to accept it, snagging one of the clean rags to catch the line of molten gold dripping down his wrist. "Dare I ask what you plan to order for dessert?" he wonders with a smirk.
"Surely somewhere like that must exist already," he says. "But if not, that's an idea for the Grounds in Flowerbirth." Winking, Danta raises the last bite of lobster in a toast before settling in to enjoy it, washing it down with the last of his glass of wine.
He's just finished refilling both of their glasses when Asta offers out the butter-dipped lobster, and it's with quiet delight that he leans in to accept it, snagging one of the clean rags to catch the line of molten gold dripping down his wrist. "Dare I ask what you plan to order for dessert?" he wonders with a smirk.
Dantalion
No runnin's gonna save you now
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
