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Not that Dante cared that he had bite marks on his neck that were still glistening with blood and might require the entirety of the night to heal were seen by anyone in particular, he didn't want to piss off the whole village. Whatever weird ideas someone might get into their head at the sight of them with no other context to go on wasn't something he'd want Astarion to deal with.

"As long as there's water involved, I'm not picky," granted he'd probably have to find something else to change into at some point, but that could also wait, the bare minimum was more than sufficient for now as was the privacy to take care of business. They might even be able to get a few hours of undisturbed downtime in before the sun came up and work beckoned.

Well, maybe, Astarion's offer was coming very close to putting those plans on hold.

"Oh, well getting scrubbed off is too generous an offer to turn down," he offered a lopsided grin to his partner, knowing well what he meant, but even if it was more than that he would lean into it anyway, "and what kind of gentleman would I be if i didn't return the favor. I'll be through, get all the places you can't reach."

Did he mean Astarion's back?

There's nothing planned about the way Astarion slips himself into the crook of Dante's arm without asking, pulling him close around his shoulders, fingertips perched light atop his forearm. He's decided— somewhere long before now— this is what they do, the both of them.

Equilibrium.

"Ever the dashing hero I've always dreamed of," He croons smoothly as they slink into the alleyway shadows in full, still smelling of lilac and sex, and the alluring tang of copper.

"I'll look forward to seeing you try."

And falling into step, Dante tugs Astarion in so that he's snug at his side, it's enough to be intimate, companionable, but not enough to interfere with walking leisurely. It just so happened neither one of them had any particular qualms about personal space, invading it, and getting comfortable in it. Clearly there were a few benefits, aside from piggy back rides.

"Can't imagine that dream had a white stallion and blinding armor in it?" Dante couldn't imagine himself being any kind of white knight and picturing himself in a suit of armor gave him a child dressing up in dad's DnD cosplay vibe. He banished the thought before it could send a chill down his spine and instead focused on Astarion's challenge.

"And succeed" Dante said nosing Astarion's hair playfully, "you forgot to add that part."

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