[ The response to his invitation is mild, possibly just a polite one, and Astarion isn't particularly clutched about it either way; though he does linger a moment on the thought of how Gale's blood would taste after a few glasses of sweet wine, how he'd look spread on the chaise beneath him in the warm glow of the fire.
Astarion watches Gale unbind the book from its wards and also spares a thought to what a team they could make for a heist, his deft fingers and Gale's deft words. ]
Not Arkhenneld! [ His voice appropriately hushed and impressed, brows lifted. Astarion has never heard of Arkhenneld in his life, but he knows how to put it on. ]
May I? [ Astarion extends a hand, eyeing the book. It doesn't look like much, but the right dealer will know just where to sell it. ] I'll be as gentle as a lover with it. Cross my heart.
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Astarion watches Gale unbind the book from its wards and also spares a thought to what a team they could make for a heist, his deft fingers and Gale's deft words. ]
Not Arkhenneld! [ His voice appropriately hushed and impressed, brows lifted. Astarion has never heard of Arkhenneld in his life, but he knows how to put it on. ]
May I? [ Astarion extends a hand, eyeing the book. It doesn't look like much, but the right dealer will know just where to sell it. ] I'll be as gentle as a lover with it. Cross my heart.