I used to hold your haunted neck; I know I'll miss you if I close my eyes
"More than likely. Have you never needed something in a way that goes beyond the physical?" Danta wonders; Dorian's musings on the state of humanity are unbeknownst to the Ancient, and yet their lines of thought are curiously similar. Most of humanity isn't blessed with bloodlust, after all, and the carnal craving goes beyond ordinary hunger. Raw and unrelenting it might be, but the kill feels all the sweeter for the wait.
His eyes track the movement of the wine, the glass, Dorian's fingers and lips, and it isn't just the wine begging for a taste; the Maverick isn't shy about his hooded stare either, clearing his throat and straightening up a touch if for no other reason than in defence of his establishment. "I would argue that Longnight monsters are more than difficult to find," he remarks. "But if I do get hold of one, I'll send it your way."
Glancing up to see one of the staff gesture across at him, he inclines his head to Dorian. "Your bath is ready, it seems."
His eyes track the movement of the wine, the glass, Dorian's fingers and lips, and it isn't just the wine begging for a taste; the Maverick isn't shy about his hooded stare either, clearing his throat and straightening up a touch if for no other reason than in defence of his establishment. "I would argue that Longnight monsters are more than difficult to find," he remarks. "But if I do get hold of one, I'll send it your way."
Glancing up to see one of the staff gesture across at him, he inclines his head to Dorian. "Your bath is ready, it seems."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
