Angel Dust

Being this close to Valentino, Anthony can't help but grin, encouraged by the high and sure to be full of apologies for his behavior once he comes back down. Val looks dangerous and alluring and like he could snap Anthony in two if he wanted. He's not sure why exactly that last part turns him on so much, but it does.

He snickers at the imp comparison, and while there is something impish to that toothy grin, it's not quite right. His own hands wander freely, seeming like he's got more than just the two, over eager and indecisive.

He nods far to easily, looking longingly at that flash of gold. "Can we?" Anthony's all but begging Val to take him, consume him, whatever he wants in that moment, he wants to give it to him.