[ Astarion is surprised Gale presses closer instead of folding, but not unpleasantly so. This, strangely, is something to focus on that isn't just running or the terrifying mundanity of survival: it's the sharp thrill of it instead.

Spawn nearly rankles him. Astarion just manages to dodge showing visible displeasure, realizing he'd underestimated this man's wits. Not that it takes a sage to tell a vampire lord from their spawn, but most people back off when vampire alone comes into play. ]

Now we're properly flirting. [ Astarion just smiles with teeth at the bait, keeping a firm grip on his dagger as a pair of drunk patrons stumble past them down the alley; paying them little heed, but the fact that they're in a busy part of town does work in Astarion's favor. ]

I doubt you want to cause a scene where people could identify you, Master Dekarios. [ His voice low, gambling on what little Gale revealed to him the other night: eligible bachelor, well-known about town. Presumably well-liked, though that's not a given despite the number of women vying for his attention the other night. And he hasn't bothered to disguise himself tonight - common folly of the rich. ]

Why don't we find somewhere cozier to chat? I'm certain we can come to a civilized agreement.