[He's gotten too good at this. It's going to drive Astarion absolutely batty (in the non-literal sense— don't you dare), that he can't figure out whether or not his beloved, cherished, prized, adored, nuisance of a consort is playing him like a Waterdavian fiddle, or if Talindra really is that mercenary in her tactics.
Either could be accurate enough— which is a terrifying realization.]
Fine.
[See, Astarion? That wasn't so hard, was it?]
Far be it from me to overlook another creature prowling around my territory and stepping on my glorious toes.
But if you're just using this as an excuse to lure me out into the open so that I mingle with the living world, you're going to be devoured by two creatures tomorrow.
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Either could be accurate enough— which is a terrifying realization.]
Fine.
[See, Astarion? That wasn't so hard, was it?]
Far be it from me to overlook another creature prowling around my territory and stepping on my glorious toes.
But if you're just using this as an excuse to lure me out into the open so that I mingle with the living world, you're going to be devoured by two creatures tomorrow.