Dantalion
but you can't be free
Groaning, because words like optimal and beneficial are all well and true and good, but he really doesn't know if that's how Frey would describe them. "It's fucking hot, is what it is," he mutters with a good-natured roll of his eyes, hiding his smile behind another generous sip of his drink. Of course he can't top it, and so he rolls the glass between his hands and lets himself gaze lazily across at the Flood.
"Well, the Grounds is in the process of building a nice permanent bonfire to keep my brothers and sisters and I nice and toasty during Deepfrost. At least we don't have to worry about turning to stone for living there," he drawls. "And I'm going to try to chat up Flora, get some good Torchline liquor for the Dusklight." No magical changing sex rooms though, sorry Jata.
"Well, the Grounds is in the process of building a nice permanent bonfire to keep my brothers and sisters and I nice and toasty during Deepfrost. At least we don't have to worry about turning to stone for living there," he drawls. "And I'm going to try to chat up Flora, get some good Torchline liquor for the Dusklight." No magical changing sex rooms though, sorry Jata.
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
