The Heartwood there was once a smile on this face

unsettled, yet not outwardly appearing so, astaroth tilted his head upwards ever so slightly in order to inspect the wound further. he imagined who or what had done this must have been either seriously pissed off, or clinically insane.

"the hottest" he teased with a wink, though could imagine the pale man to have been quite the attractive specimen when you know, half his face wasn't missing. "what about me?" he asked with a twirl, "am i hot?". assuming he could even see him well enough to answer, astaroth hoped the answer was yes, if only to keep the mood lighthearted.