Tit-for-tat, considering how he'd prodded her into discussing her own troubles to begin with, true, but it catches Astarion off guard somehow all the same: a momentary pause, a lifting of his eyebrows for just the narrowest of beats— a single blink, and then:]
No.
[No, not that he can remember. Not under Cazador's cruel reign. Even before that, it's hard to imagine what sort of life he might've actually led within Baldur's Gate at the pinnacle of society, where obligation and hedonism so often mingle hand in hand.
His lips purse slightly. He sets the gift she'd brought him aside at last, exhaling just once through his nose. Conceding.]
I don't imagine it's for someone like me. [And the glance that meets her own when red eyes lift is— unreadable, maybe. Deliberately so.
How she chooses to determine what he means, or how he means it, is entirely up to her.
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Tit-for-tat, considering how he'd prodded her into discussing her own troubles to begin with, true, but it catches Astarion off guard somehow all the same: a momentary pause, a lifting of his eyebrows for just the narrowest of beats— a single blink, and then:]
No.
[No, not that he can remember. Not under Cazador's cruel reign. Even before that, it's hard to imagine what sort of life he might've actually led within Baldur's Gate at the pinnacle of society, where obligation and hedonism so often mingle hand in hand.
His lips purse slightly. He sets the gift she'd brought him aside at last, exhaling just once through his nose. Conceding.]
I don't imagine it's for someone like me. [And the glance that meets her own when red eyes lift is— unreadable, maybe. Deliberately so.
How she chooses to determine what he means, or how he means it, is entirely up to her.
And there might not be a wrong answer.]