Is a twofold declaration, echoing in unexpected ways. Once before Fenris, as the tiefling who adores him must contend with the circuitous floes of childish logic, not yet capable of grasping the weaknesses in their defense until it's been poked full of holes (but he's used to that by now, thanks to Astarion).
The second, however, comes from behind.]
—No he didn't!
[Insists that phantom specter, small ears determinedly twitching beyond the outline of Fenris' own— before Astarion leans forward, nearly shoving to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with his friend, giving him a resolute, grim look.
If they're to suffer, they'll suffer together.]
No you didn't.
[Zevlor's brow climbs higher— no, both brows this time.] I told him to. I wanted to taste it— for you. To make sure nobody was messing with it! Ripping you off, that kind of thing....
['Ah, I see,' says Zevlor, nodding slowly, yet despite the dryness in his tone, the hammer fails to fall. Perhaps it's worked, their small petition. Their nobility. Their sacrifice. 'So then why was it that I was directed to speak to only -Fenris- first, hm?']
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Is a twofold declaration, echoing in unexpected ways. Once before Fenris, as the tiefling who adores him must contend with the circuitous floes of childish logic, not yet capable of grasping the weaknesses in their defense until it's been poked full of holes (but he's used to that by now, thanks to Astarion).
The second, however, comes from behind.]
—No he didn't!
[Insists that phantom specter, small ears determinedly twitching beyond the outline of Fenris' own— before Astarion leans forward, nearly shoving to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with his friend, giving him a resolute, grim look.
If they're to suffer, they'll suffer together.]
No you didn't.
[Zevlor's brow climbs higher— no, both brows this time.] I told him to. I wanted to taste it— for you. To make sure nobody was messing with it! Ripping you off, that kind of thing....
['Ah, I see,' says Zevlor, nodding slowly, yet despite the dryness in his tone, the hammer fails to fall. Perhaps it's worked, their small petition. Their nobility. Their sacrifice. 'So then why was it that I was directed to speak to only -Fenris- first, hm?']
Because he's my—