You know, a smarter man would think you were leading me astray. [Grand Games and closed-off spaces don't play well with honest guesswork; an accent can be feigned, an investment guarded by way of trussed up little half-truths too small to tip the scales.
But amusement overtakes Astarion anyway regardless of scar tissue and suspicion. Against the grain of his sharp mind he feels a scoff inside his throat (soft, all of it) before it leaves him, spurred on by that admission. Either the Duke is an exceptional liar, or he's the second most honest man in Thedas.
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But amusement overtakes Astarion anyway regardless of scar tissue and suspicion. Against the grain of his sharp mind he feels a scoff inside his throat (soft, all of it) before it leaves him, spurred on by that admission. Either the Duke is an exceptional liar, or he's the second most honest man in Thedas.
Either way, Astarion hasn't moved just yet.]