[ Astarion doesn't mind the idea of slicing open a few more throats, but the issue is that it's three armed men against an elf who's barely tranced in days and an unarmed vampire. He knows what their odds are, and they aren't worth betting on. Besides, he's always been a coward. It's why he strikes from the darkness while his enemies are distracted rather than daring to face them head-on.
He reaches for Iorveth's wrist— then recoils at the feeling of burnt skin. ]
—Oh, [ he breathes out, displeased, before grabbing Iorveth's bicep instead, not so much tugging as yanking him along. ]
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He reaches for Iorveth's wrist— then recoils at the feeling of burnt skin. ]
—Oh, [ he breathes out, displeased, before grabbing Iorveth's bicep instead, not so much tugging as yanking him along. ]
We can get our revenge later.