[ The blue it is — he carelessly tosses the green shirt on the bed, and Gale, offended, conjures a mage hand to fold it as Astarion slips the doublet on. ]
The rich love to get drunk. I'm sure there'll be plenty of imbibing for you to do.
[ Because, obviously, a drunken Gale would be far more willing to forget his obligations. Also, Astarion thinks a drunken Gale might be more free with his Waterdhavian gossip, so it's a win-win.
He does up every clasp of the doublet, then smooths it down. It's a beautiful, velvety fabric, the color deep and luxurious; Gale has expensive tastes, and he must admit, he appreciates being swathed in opulence, especially after so long on the road. ]
And how do you plan to entertain yourself, darling? I know it will be terribly dull with me gone.
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The rich love to get drunk. I'm sure there'll be plenty of imbibing for you to do.
[ Because, obviously, a drunken Gale would be far more willing to forget his obligations. Also, Astarion thinks a drunken Gale might be more free with his Waterdhavian gossip, so it's a win-win.
He does up every clasp of the doublet, then smooths it down. It's a beautiful, velvety fabric, the color deep and luxurious; Gale has expensive tastes, and he must admit, he appreciates being swathed in opulence, especially after so long on the road. ]
And how do you plan to entertain yourself, darling? I know it will be terribly dull with me gone.