[ Sebastian's approach instantly sours his mood. He has every reason to be furious with Astarion, but that doesn't mean Astarion wants to hear about it. He had comforted himself with the knowledge that all of his victims were undesirable drunks, but not all of them were. Sebastian had a whole life ahead of him, and Astarion took that all away.
One last word sounds awfully ominous, but Astarion steps forward alongside Iorveth, arms crossed defensively. ]
As long as you don't fondle my companion again.
[ Like a starving man with a piece of meat. Astarion scowls at the memory. He can hardly blame him after all the starvation he's been through—worse, even, than anything Astarion endured—but he finds himself bristling regardless. ]
If you're here to blame me for your misfortune— well.
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One last word sounds awfully ominous, but Astarion steps forward alongside Iorveth, arms crossed defensively. ]
As long as you don't fondle my companion again.
[ Like a starving man with a piece of meat. Astarion scowls at the memory. He can hardly blame him after all the starvation he's been through—worse, even, than anything Astarion endured—but he finds himself bristling regardless. ]
If you're here to blame me for your misfortune— well.
[ Astarion trails off. He'd be justified. ]