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[Her offer is gracious, all things considered. To make clear her own stance, and erase herself from his proximity— his life. Astarion in turn, having noted now the overwhelming differences in their respective languages, responds exactly as one might expect.

He growls.]

Don't ask me what I want right now.

[Everything is still fresh in his mind, every predatory instinct screaming somewhere in the not-so-muted distance for retribution he can't take. Or shouldn't take. Or can't—

He inhales, exhales so loudly that it's audible, working to make himself more man than monster, as the saying goes. She's broken. He's broken. They're all bloody broken, and what does that mean for any of them, really?]

It'd be your blood on my teeth.

[Exhausted, he turns his fingers over that crystal and sets his thoughts elsewhere. Just for a beat.]

...I take it you were aiming to anger your husband, as per your earlier confession.

[elegiaque]

( yeah. )

Estranged.

( but that's not a conversation she's even slightly interested in having with turns out we probably weren't building rapport after all. )

So! ( with some forced ease, ) If what you want, at some point, is to be around each other, you'll know where I am. I'm going to leave it at that, unless or until.

[illithidnapped]

Should we survive the coming weeks, I suppose we'll just have to see. [It is a war, after all. More so than it was when he first arrived— and possibly more so than it's been in quite some time.]

Until then, keep your face from my sight.

[The pause that sits here is weighted. Sharp.]

...and feel free to tell your estranged husband that you and I slept together. If it helps your case.

[elegiaque]

( dryly, )

If we ever do, I will.

( she ends the connection. )