[The noise he makes to that praise— and it is unintentional, a noise that bursts out of him immediately without a moment of hesitation or thought— is not, hm, something he's proud of. It's excited and overwhelmed and muscle-meltingly thrilled; it's not unlike the noise he makes when Astarion plays with his ears just so, threading the needle between tapering pressure and caressing touch.
It might be written out as hrhggggh.
And then it's out there and there's absolutely no taking it back. And of course dogs can't get embarrassed, not really, but still: there's a little bit of the look Fortunato gets when she knows she's done something she oughtn't beneath the bed. One paw pushes fitfully over his snout, his tail still whapping fiercely against the sand despite himself.
(He is a good boy).]
You're welcome.
[Let's just all move on from that, shall we? And just so they can hurry things along . . . one ghostly hand suddenly materializes, hovering helpfully near Astarion.]
Show me this treasure, that I might drape it around you so we can go.
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It might be written out as hrhggggh.
And then it's out there and there's absolutely no taking it back. And of course dogs can't get embarrassed, not really, but still: there's a little bit of the look Fortunato gets when she knows she's done something she oughtn't beneath the bed. One paw pushes fitfully over his snout, his tail still whapping fiercely against the sand despite himself.
(He is a good boy).]
You're welcome.
[Let's just all move on from that, shall we? And just so they can hurry things along . . . one ghostly hand suddenly materializes, hovering helpfully near Astarion.]
Show me this treasure, that I might drape it around you so we can go.