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[illithidnapped]

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[arkitect]

"I see. A matter of convenience, then, which outweighs the annoyance involved?"

He's hardly unfamiliar with that sort of arrangement, after all, idly swirling the wine in his glass as he considers.

"And I do suppose she has proved sharp enough not to be disregarded. In that sense, you certainly could do worse."

[illithidnapped]

“A matter of necessity. The woman knows this world like very few others do— natives included.”

A happy confession that is not, but the wine, warm in his throat and sweet with the bitter richness of magic-laced iron, takes the edge off his present train of thought.

He slips closer to Hades, resting his hip against the desk instead of maintaining that nominal distance.

“….have you done much work with her before? Being part of the same department, that is.”

[arkitect]

He allows Astarion to close the distance easily enough- not reaching out to him, leaving that a rarer thing as he is often wont to do, but not withdrawing either. It's grown more comfortable, over time, just letting him do as he pleases.

"Not much more than what you are already aware of," he answers with a slight shrug. "Answered her initial survey with a few corrections, and I have paid mind to what she broadcasts, but I would not say I have often worked with her directly."