Only the best for my favorite tormentor. [Chuckle a slow-rolling thing, washing through him while he course corrects with the new information he's been given (and tries desperately not to shudder underneath the well of that attention, perfect as it is— hells, he's not a child or a lapcat— he can control himself....
But it feels so bloody good.)
And then comes the peering shadow over that book, and Astarion can't help but laugh again, forgetting everything that came before it. Precious thing.]
Here. [Alphabetical: that makes it easier to snap back towards the near-middle of the tome in hand, dragging his claw towards— ]
Detect thoughts.
[Shallow, the tapping of his talon over bored-in ink.] That's what you'll need to use.
no subject
But it feels so bloody good.)
And then comes the peering shadow over that book, and Astarion can't help but laugh again, forgetting everything that came before it. Precious thing.]
Here. [Alphabetical: that makes it easier to snap back towards the near-middle of the tome in hand, dragging his claw towards— ]
Detect thoughts.
[Shallow, the tapping of his talon over bored-in ink.] That's what you'll need to use.
On me, if you please.