[ He likes to hear how adored he is, but the rest of it—the tone, the laugh— rankles. They're two wild animals, sharp in all the wrong places. Astarion has half a mind to keep arguing about the Aen Seidhe, but he knows it's pointless expended energy. Iorveth is right; they are the reason he is who he is. One can't separate a terrorist from his cause.
So he leans back, eyebrow arched, obviously displeased at the assertion that he doesn't see anything clearly (or that he isn't right, all the time, about everything). ]
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So he leans back, eyebrow arched, obviously displeased at the assertion that he doesn't see anything clearly (or that he isn't right, all the time, about everything). ]
Do tell me more about how I see you.