[ At least she didn't call them rats. It's like a bucket of cold water has been thrown over his pleasant high; he turns his face away, mouth a thin line, afraid that if he opens it too much his fangs will be on full display. He couldn't care less if he and Iorveth had been caught in flagrante delicto, but the idea of his vampirism being found out because he couldn't control himself in a brothel is intolerable. ]
Well, you've all ruined the mood now, [ he mumbles, eyes downcast in an attempt to hide their red hue. Maybe they'll mistake them for a particularly vibrant brown, or think he's just a very pale drow.
Iorveth still seems unsteady on his feet, but Astarion steps back and yanks on his arm. He doesn't like the way that man is looking at him. ]
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Well, you've all ruined the mood now, [ he mumbles, eyes downcast in an attempt to hide their red hue. Maybe they'll mistake them for a particularly vibrant brown, or think he's just a very pale drow.
Iorveth still seems unsteady on his feet, but Astarion steps back and yanks on his arm. He doesn't like the way that man is looking at him. ]
So we'll just be going.