[ Astarion continues to sway theatrically as they make their way down the hall until they're back in the foyer again, now thankfully devoid of partygoers. He peels himself away from Iorveth's side once he's certain they're out of the tiefling's eyeshot, folding his arms over his chest and grumbling. ]
I don't have dark circles.
[ He sounds as offended as he's ever been. Pale, sickly, dark circles? Certainly not! He's full of verve and vitality! Just because he's dead doesn't mean he has to look it. Right?
A wave of uncertainty flashes over him, and his fingers fly to his undereye. ]
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I don't have dark circles.
[ He sounds as offended as he's ever been. Pale, sickly, dark circles? Certainly not! He's full of verve and vitality! Just because he's dead doesn't mean he has to look it. Right?
A wave of uncertainty flashes over him, and his fingers fly to his undereye. ]
Do I?