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[They could keep talking about this. Delve into more. Discuss every last sordid detail—

But Astarion's rapidly lost interest. Weathervane, protective, he's had enough of this game for now.]

No. That’s it. You’ve heard enough already.

[Whether that no is a no is anyone's guess, given that he's putting his foot on the brake.] You're all safe from me, I'm not what I was before, let's spare us both the discomfort and end it there.

Please.

[cozen]

D'accord. Of course.

[ It's the sort of ready agreement that comes mixed with confusion and apology—not aware precisely why that was an overstep, but willing not to stubbornly step further. ]

I should sleep soon, anyway. Thank you for indulging me so much.

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[Better than admitting he doesn't know what he is now. Better than stepping into the proverbial fire when Wysteria's already nipping at his damned heels about it.

His tone settles sweetly, he all but purrs.]

My pleasure, darling. Truly.

And the next time we see each other, I want to hear the rest of your story.

[cozen]

On verra, mon petit oison. Good night.