[Oh . . . and tipsy-drunk as he is, that first part makes him beam so foolishly down at his notebook. It's nothing he didn't already know, nothing he wouldn't have sworn up and down to be true, but there's something to be said for being told anyway. Love-starved creatures that they both are, perhaps there's something to be said for being spoiled with it now.]
is that truly what I smell like here? it used to be lyrium and blood in thedas, was it not?
[A beat, and then:]
please. i have proven multiple times I can easily handle several of you all at once. fearsome predator, you are not half so difficult to manage as you try to pass off.
[And then, if Astarion doesn't instantly reply, his thoughts drift in another direction. Namely:]
if I ask you something filthy, are you going to be able to control yourself? I will not be home until late tonight, i suspect.
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is that truly what I smell like here? it used to be lyrium and blood in thedas, was it not?
[A beat, and then:]
please. i have proven multiple times I can easily handle several of you all at once. fearsome predator, you are not half so difficult to manage as you try to pass off.
[And then, if Astarion doesn't instantly reply, his thoughts drift in another direction. Namely:]
if I ask you something filthy, are you going to be able to control yourself? I will not be home until late tonight, i suspect.