rebel from the waist down

Dantalion

but you can't be free

Following her gaze over his shoulder, it's with a crooked, fanged smile that Danta catches sight of the Fae she'd been watching, and he shrugs his shoulders as he turns back to her. "Some people aren't as lucky, I suppose," he says, before he's bending to pluck up the rose and she's querying after the end of his sentence. "Oh, my cock," he says casually, as if she ought to have known. Sex was a trade, right?

But it seems his flower impresses her more, and Danta inclines his head and offers out the crimson rose with its golden thorns. "There we have it, then. And I'm afraid I have no choice but to keep up the flattery. It's an ailment I suffer with - luckily you make it very easy to endure." Fair's fair, though, and so Danta nods to her bag expectantly. Rose for rabbit, that was the agreement.

'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene

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