[It's the jingling that draws his attention first, head cocked sidelong almost immediately as though detecting the faintest trace of money—
(Is that it, Sylvie? Have you come with a gift of coin to make amends for first greetings?)
He catches it in one palm and— oh, no. Immediately he can feel the heft of something else far more solid than what he'd previously expected. It shifts within his grasp, fingers turning just to one side as he pulls at fine cording, peering down into the bag's depths.
And then, lifting that gilded collar free, Astarion lets out the sharpest bark of abrupt, unexpected laughter.]
Oh, my darling girl. [Breathy, when he pulls back from chuckling into the realm of speech, now turning that unspeakably wicked little gift over in his palms.] Exactly how much trouble did you go through to get this?
And more importantly...
[He tips his chin a little higher, extending the line of his own neck.]
no subject
(Is that it, Sylvie? Have you come with a gift of coin to make amends for first greetings?)
He catches it in one palm and— oh, no. Immediately he can feel the heft of something else far more solid than what he'd previously expected. It shifts within his grasp, fingers turning just to one side as he pulls at fine cording, peering down into the bag's depths.
And then, lifting that gilded collar free, Astarion lets out the sharpest bark of abrupt, unexpected laughter.]
Oh, my darling girl. [Breathy, when he pulls back from chuckling into the realm of speech, now turning that unspeakably wicked little gift over in his palms.] Exactly how much trouble did you go through to get this?
And more importantly...
[He tips his chin a little higher, extending the line of his own neck.]
Does it fit.