[ A glance downwards, peering down the sliver of space under Astarion's collar to check for finger-shaped bruises from where a victim might have grabbed or hit while being bitten. Nothing that he can spot immediately.
To that last bit, though: ]
You really do think me a delicate princess.
[ Offended. Slightly exasperated, as he pulls away from Astarion's side to make distance. ]
Have I given you the impression that I bruise so easily?
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To that last bit, though: ]
You really do think me a delicate princess.
[ Offended. Slightly exasperated, as he pulls away from Astarion's side to make distance. ]
Have I given you the impression that I bruise so easily?