"Nothing that you could give me while we've got our fancy dress manners on, sugar," the tiger-striped Ancient crooned back at Dantalion with a shamelessly wicked wink. She settled down nearby as the meat hit the fire and inhaled the scent appreciatively as he explained his divine inspiration.
His toast was unexpected but she raised her glass as well - little umbrella and all - flashing her own sharp, white grin in support. "To Lady Dygra, and the fire in our veins!" It felt a little strange to be toasting their goddess with booze instead of blood, but when in Torchline, hmm? Zef tossed back her cocktail and then reached for her bottle to pour another round.
His toast was unexpected but she raised her glass as well - little umbrella and all - flashing her own sharp, white grin in support. "To Lady Dygra, and the fire in our veins!" It felt a little strange to be toasting their goddess with booze instead of blood, but when in Torchline, hmm? Zef tossed back her cocktail and then reached for her bottle to pour another round.
