[ Astarion recognizes he's probably shown too many cards at once in his reaction, but for the moment he doesn't care. He wishes, ridiculously, that he had a mirror - that he could see himself in one again. ]
Please.
[ And then, by way of explanation: ]
Cazador - my master told me it was poetry. [ Astarion lowers his gaze to the water, the steam rising from it, as he drops his hand from its fruitless search. Bitterly, ] Took his time carving it, since my screams were so sweet.
[ Cazador is a monster, but he's no devil. Doesn't deal with them, either. Maybe Gale is mistaken, and will realize when he looks closer, but already Astarion's mind is swirling with questions. ]
no subject
Please.
[ And then, by way of explanation: ]
Cazador - my master told me it was poetry. [ Astarion lowers his gaze to the water, the steam rising from it, as he drops his hand from its fruitless search. Bitterly, ] Took his time carving it, since my screams were so sweet.
[ Cazador is a monster, but he's no devil. Doesn't deal with them, either. Maybe Gale is mistaken, and will realize when he looks closer, but already Astarion's mind is swirling with questions. ]