[No, that isn't honest. Leto's eyes dart away even as he arches into that touch, drawing closer physically even as some part of him squirms fussily beneath emotional honesty. An old reaction, and one he is learning to get past. That is to say: his hesitance lasts only half a second before he focuses on her once more.]
I will be, anyway. She didn't get her way, after all— and annoyance or not, it's still pleasing to be able to say no. Whatever comes tomorrow will be its own challenge, and besides . . .
[He smiles faintly and slides one hand into her hood, gently pulling it back as dusk settles around them.]
I have something far better to focus on than her and her foolishness. Like how easily you tore her apart, vicious thing . . . and how much I would pay to watch you truly at work. Watching you prowl among socialites and tear them down to size makes attending one of those gatherings sound suddenly appealing.
[He takes another step forward, ducking his head down to nuzzle against her, bumping noses and brushing their lips together in something a little less than a kiss.]
Especially if you look like this while you're doing it . . .
[Hm. Leto's head ducks down, his teeth nipping gently at the line of Astarion's jaw.]
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[No, that isn't honest. Leto's eyes dart away even as he arches into that touch, drawing closer physically even as some part of him squirms fussily beneath emotional honesty. An old reaction, and one he is learning to get past. That is to say: his hesitance lasts only half a second before he focuses on her once more.]
I will be, anyway. She didn't get her way, after all— and annoyance or not, it's still pleasing to be able to say no. Whatever comes tomorrow will be its own challenge, and besides . . .
[He smiles faintly and slides one hand into her hood, gently pulling it back as dusk settles around them.]
I have something far better to focus on than her and her foolishness. Like how easily you tore her apart, vicious thing . . . and how much I would pay to watch you truly at work. Watching you prowl among socialites and tear them down to size makes attending one of those gatherings sound suddenly appealing.
[He takes another step forward, ducking his head down to nuzzle against her, bumping noses and brushing their lips together in something a little less than a kiss.]
Especially if you look like this while you're doing it . . .
[Hm. Leto's head ducks down, his teeth nipping gently at the line of Astarion's jaw.]
Mm, but why don't you make me feel better, hm?
Tell me how you'd humiliate her.