Gale! [ Astarion shoots up in annoyance — then corrects himself by lying back down again, hand returning to its idle petting. Gods forbid his love gets disturbed.
Still, his face contorts into a frown, and he hisses, ] You said there were no vampires to contend with.
[ Gale absolutely never said that, but as Iorveth has surely noticed, Astarion has a horrible habit of hearing only what he wants to hear. Poor Gale sputters, protesting—"I don't recall saying that!"—but Astarion only sighs, melodramatic, right in Iorveth's ear. ]
Fine. We'll just have to get there before him, obviously.
[ How hard can it be to charm one old lady into giving him her stuff? He's been training for it his whole life. ]
—And, worst case scenario, we'll just have to kill him. You don't mind beheading a vampire, do you, darling?
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Still, his face contorts into a frown, and he hisses, ] You said there were no vampires to contend with.
[ Gale absolutely never said that, but as Iorveth has surely noticed, Astarion has a horrible habit of hearing only what he wants to hear. Poor Gale sputters, protesting—"I don't recall saying that!"—but Astarion only sighs, melodramatic, right in Iorveth's ear. ]
Fine. We'll just have to get there before him, obviously.
[ How hard can it be to charm one old lady into giving him her stuff? He's been training for it his whole life. ]
—And, worst case scenario, we'll just have to kill him. You don't mind beheading a vampire, do you, darling?