[ Astarion glances over the chair at Iorveth, frowning in disbelief, a silent are you seriously not going to say anything? He would have thought Iorveth would have something to say about him serving someone, but apparently not. He'll have to defend himself. 'He'll fail you' rings again in his head.
Astarion straightens up, chin held high, imperious to combat the horrible suggestion of servitude. ]
No one.
[ A pause, then, wilting a little: ] ...Anymore.
[ Maybe he should have lied. Maybe he should have said he was here on behalf of Cazador. Maybe now this spawn will run back to his master and tell him that there's an unleashed vampire out there that needs to be eliminated. Fuck. ]
...But we come in peace, of course, [ he says, like a liar. ] I'm one of those nice vampires. So much more common than you think.
no subject
Astarion straightens up, chin held high, imperious to combat the horrible suggestion of servitude. ]
No one.
[ A pause, then, wilting a little: ] ...Anymore.
[ Maybe he should have lied. Maybe he should have said he was here on behalf of Cazador. Maybe now this spawn will run back to his master and tell him that there's an unleashed vampire out there that needs to be eliminated. Fuck. ]
...But we come in peace, of course, [ he says, like a liar. ] I'm one of those nice vampires. So much more common than you think.