[ While Astarion does have some experience with balls - Cazador hosted his fair share, gruesome as they were - he's far more adept at navigating taverns full of drunk patrons, common folk who mostly won't be missed. The Elfsong was his staple, with enough turnover from travelers and adventurers looking for a night of passion, but seedier establishments would also do. For all that he managed to work the other night's affair, there is a difference between skulking through the shadows and being very visibly, very purposefully on display.
And the way Cazador liked to display his spawn for his guests was a different creature entirely. ]
What a gauntlet we'll have to run. [ More of a gauntlet for Gale, of course, but still. Astarion considers the sort of wealth that will be out that night, the things he could pocket without anyone noticing. Not something he's going to mention to his host, of course.
Gale's touch brings him out of his brief reverie, unused to such casual things; he tips his head like he wants to chase the warmth, until his mind catches up to his body and he offers Gale a soft blink instead, spreading his fingers across the velvet he pulled over his shoulder. ]
I didn't bring much with me from Baldur's Gate, so I certainly won't say no.
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And the way Cazador liked to display his spawn for his guests was a different creature entirely. ]
What a gauntlet we'll have to run. [ More of a gauntlet for Gale, of course, but still. Astarion considers the sort of wealth that will be out that night, the things he could pocket without anyone noticing. Not something he's going to mention to his host, of course.
Gale's touch brings him out of his brief reverie, unused to such casual things; he tips his head like he wants to chase the warmth, until his mind catches up to his body and he offers Gale a soft blink instead, spreading his fingers across the velvet he pulled over his shoulder. ]
I didn't bring much with me from Baldur's Gate, so I certainly won't say no.