[ Araj catches that murmur, and she tilts her head, white hair cascading onto her shoulder. It's unfair how good-looking she is; people like her should be hideous, Astarion thinks. She presses a delicate hand to her chest and says, "Is he afraid of me? Adorable, but utterly unnecessary."
She's right. He has no reason to fear her. Why, because she looks at him the way Cazador did, like a piece of dirt underneath her shoe? All drow look at men like that. Honestly, he shouldn't be surprised. ]
Afraid of that atrocious makeup, perhaps. Metallic red eyeshadow? You should be drawn and quartered for that offense.
[ Among others. She seems entirely unbothered, turning her attention back to Iorveth.
"You know, you're even more— incendiary than you appear. Come in," she says with a sweeping motion toward the scorched building. "I have a proposition you're sure to find explosive." ]
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She's right. He has no reason to fear her. Why, because she looks at him the way Cazador did, like a piece of dirt underneath her shoe? All drow look at men like that. Honestly, he shouldn't be surprised. ]
Afraid of that atrocious makeup, perhaps. Metallic red eyeshadow? You should be drawn and quartered for that offense.
[ Among others. She seems entirely unbothered, turning her attention back to Iorveth.
"You know, you're even more— incendiary than you appear. Come in," she says with a sweeping motion toward the scorched building. "I have a proposition you're sure to find explosive." ]