[ There's a small flutter of relief in Astarion's gut that Gale doesn't want to fuck right now, though he doesn't quite know why. He should be offended by the not at all, honestly, though he's fairly certain Gale's refusal is more to do with modesty and the repression so common amongst the elite than total disinterest in Astarion himself.
Astarion watches Gale do his own survey of the room as he unbuttons his coat, begins to undo the laces on his shirt, musing. ]
Who is the goddess you kneel before, speaking of?
[ He tugs his shirt up over his head and bends to work the laces of his boots, next. ] I can't say I've met many whose worship's so well-known that the local brothel proprietress calls them out on it.
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Astarion watches Gale do his own survey of the room as he unbuttons his coat, begins to undo the laces on his shirt, musing. ]
Who is the goddess you kneel before, speaking of?
[ He tugs his shirt up over his head and bends to work the laces of his boots, next. ] I can't say I've met many whose worship's so well-known that the local brothel proprietress calls them out on it.