There are other words to express my beauty than making me feel like a locall grandma. That's the kind of compliments you reserve to someone like Ethel's fake self! And while I do appreciate any compliment, it doees wonders when I can't admire this beauty myself, there are compliments that are better than others.
I like being called pretty words, you know?
[He was trying his best to sound offended while making his point. But others were approaching and he had to make both of them presentable enough: Astarion picked a poor excuse for a napkin from his pockets, something stained with bloods that he used to clean his lips when he was done with a meal, and after licking it he passed it on his face. At least that part could try to look decent enough.]
They'll survive, don't worry, if anythingg they'll be snappy at me but where is the news? I-
[His voice stopped at the very beginning of his next sentence, mask slipping away as he stared in her direction with wide eyes.] What? I mean- [The recover was quick, but the initial shock had been more than evident. He knew she didn't like being touched, it wasn't hard to tell that much by just studying her interactions and reactions, but- no, he had to push down that little voice in the back of his mind still telling him 'no, you're not worthy' in Cazador's voice. She offered, she was a willing prey and he had to- do somethhing about it.]
Of couuuurse, love. I now can't wait to sneak in the Shadow Cursed lands if it will give me a chance to be closer to you. And I get it, who would waste the opportunity to have an assassin like me at the best of his potential in such a terrible place? I- [Wait, this was the perfect moment to show some 'weakness', a glimps into his true feelings, right? His voice lowered, his tone became more calm and he turned hiss back on her once more, like he didn't want to show her face while saying what was about to come.] I... thank you.
[Now they just had to go back to camp and rest, right? Astarion was going to chalk off the entire night as a complete success after all.]
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I like being called pretty words, you know?
[He was trying his best to sound offended while making his point. But others were approaching and he had to make both of them presentable enough: Astarion picked a poor excuse for a napkin from his pockets, something stained with bloods that he used to clean his lips when he was done with a meal, and after licking it he passed it on his face. At least that part could try to look decent enough.]
They'll survive, don't worry, if anythingg they'll be snappy at me but where is the news? I-
[His voice stopped at the very beginning of his next sentence, mask slipping away as he stared in her direction with wide eyes.] What? I mean- [The recover was quick, but the initial shock had been more than evident. He knew she didn't like being touched, it wasn't hard to tell that much by just studying her interactions and reactions, but- no, he had to push down that little voice in the back of his mind still telling him 'no, you're not worthy' in Cazador's voice. She offered, she was a willing prey and he had to- do somethhing about it.]
Of couuuurse, love. I now can't wait to sneak in the Shadow Cursed lands if it will give me a chance to be closer to you. And I get it, who would waste the opportunity to have an assassin like me at the best of his potential in such a terrible place? I- [Wait, this was the perfect moment to show some 'weakness', a glimps into his true feelings, right? His voice lowered, his tone became more calm and he turned hiss back on her once more, like he didn't want to show her face while saying what was about to come.] I... thank you.
[Now they just had to go back to camp and rest, right? Astarion was going to chalk off the entire night as a complete success after all.]