[It certainly gets a laugh out of Astarion, if nothing else— and really, it's not bad as far as impressions go. Orlesian lilt aside, he's rather endeared to the likeness.

And the idea behind it, too.]

And for a moment I almost thought he was here with us. [Mm. No, he didn't.]

But no, darling, much as I hate to spoil the fun of picturing him shedding that unique voice of his like a thick coat or heavy pair of gloves at the end of the day, that's...actually what he sounds like. All the time.

[And there are parts of Astarion that wonder if that tireless gruffness was once part of his training too: yet another wolfish trait Danarius had imparted upon the creature kept ever at his side (very, very likely, he imagines), but that would spoil the mood to bring up in conversation— and it isn't really his place to besides, regardless of whether or not Fenris would mind.

His privacy is his own.

And speaking of which...]

Might I ask what inspired this curious little question of yours?

You could've easily asked him yourself, you know. It's not as if he bites. And he's much less likely than I am to lie.

Infinitely less, in fact.