[ Astarion is already bored by this conversation, but the sound of Iorveth doing gods-know-what in the workshop energizes him, and he reaches out to grab the rookie Fist by the arm. ]
—I'd so love to become friendly.
[ As if he's ever been friendly in his life. An unimportant detail when this newbie could decide to impress his superiors by taking in a one-eyed wood elf and his silver-haired companion. If Astarion needs to be friendly, he'll be friendly.
Case in point: ] Perhaps more than friendly, if you're lucky.
[ Even this, mild as it is, makes him feel a little nauseated, but he pushes through. ]
no subject
—I'd so love to become friendly.
[ As if he's ever been friendly in his life. An unimportant detail when this newbie could decide to impress his superiors by taking in a one-eyed wood elf and his silver-haired companion. If Astarion needs to be friendly, he'll be friendly.
Case in point: ] Perhaps more than friendly, if you're lucky.
[ Even this, mild as it is, makes him feel a little nauseated, but he pushes through. ]
What are you doing tonight, hmm?