[ In response to Iorveth's assertion that he cheated, Astarion raises his eyebrows, expression screaming 'duh'. It's adorable that Iorveth thought they were playing honorably, but gods, why would he ever? Everything that's ever happened to him has taught Astarion that one has to use every weapon in their arsenal to succeed; if you can't make it by brawn or skill, then make it by being willing to swindle and deceive. That may be less relevant now than ever before, but it doesn't mean he plans to start playing cards genuinely. ]
Who says it doesn't?
[ He leans back in his seat, taking a sip from his wineglass. Still his first of the day. Although he could glut himself on blood, even the reddest wine doesn't offer quite the same appeal as it did before his turning. Cazador had kept plenty of wine around, though, none of it shared with his spawn, and the memory of that encourages him to take another, greedier sip. ]
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Who says it doesn't?
[ He leans back in his seat, taking a sip from his wineglass. Still his first of the day. Although he could glut himself on blood, even the reddest wine doesn't offer quite the same appeal as it did before his turning. Cazador had kept plenty of wine around, though, none of it shared with his spawn, and the memory of that encourages him to take another, greedier sip. ]
Perhaps I'd like to be nice for once.