[ He's easy to get talking, isn't he? Astarion almost feels bad to be robbing him - and their hosts - by the end of the night. Still, this is all second nature, simple to compartmentalize: Gale will just be another face he won't remember in a few months, no matter how handsome he looks in the firelight.
And tempting as it is to have himself a snack tonight, a party this high profile isn't the right place to dine and dash. So really, Gale is getting a much better bargain than his usual victims: he'll be walking away with his life. ]
I do love a rich red. [ His voice low at the private joke, gaze sweeping up Gale's throat and lingering at the pulse point there. ] Perhaps you'll indulge me in a glass, another night?
[ The brief purple flare of magic at Gale's hand shouldn't surprise Astarion, but it is something else to file away. He's been on the receiving end of wizardry too many times not to know the flash of it, though he supposes sorcerer or warlock is possible.
Astarion pretends to ponder a moment, stroking his chin as he eyes the shelves. ] Left.
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And tempting as it is to have himself a snack tonight, a party this high profile isn't the right place to dine and dash. So really, Gale is getting a much better bargain than his usual victims: he'll be walking away with his life. ]
I do love a rich red. [ His voice low at the private joke, gaze sweeping up Gale's throat and lingering at the pulse point there. ] Perhaps you'll indulge me in a glass, another night?
[ The brief purple flare of magic at Gale's hand shouldn't surprise Astarion, but it is something else to file away. He's been on the receiving end of wizardry too many times not to know the flash of it, though he supposes sorcerer or warlock is possible.
Astarion pretends to ponder a moment, stroking his chin as he eyes the shelves. ] Left.