[ Astarion sniffs, wiping away the little dribble of blood from his nostrils and scowling. ]
Perhaps I wanted to see you defend my honor.
[ Or perhaps he's still more skilled at striking from the shadows while someone else distracts his victim; face-to-face combat is far less appealing than sneaking up on someone before they even know he's there. He'll blame this one on Iorveth for starting the fight before he could prepare himself (and when he had nothing with which to defend himself).
Hands on his hips, he nudges the dwarf with his foot. ]
I guess he'll never make it to that piano recital now.
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Perhaps I wanted to see you defend my honor.
[ Or perhaps he's still more skilled at striking from the shadows while someone else distracts his victim; face-to-face combat is far less appealing than sneaking up on someone before they even know he's there. He'll blame this one on Iorveth for starting the fight before he could prepare himself (and when he had nothing with which to defend himself).
Hands on his hips, he nudges the dwarf with his foot. ]
I guess he'll never make it to that piano recital now.