[ Astarion makes a displeased face at Iorveth, annoyed that he's putting his foot down about frills. In his opinion, he should be allowed to dress Iorveth in all the frills he wants, but he supposes he can allow him a little input. He wonders how deep he can request the collar be cut before Iorveth refuses to go outside wearing it. ]
It does seem like something I would know.
[ Which isn't quite an answer. Astarion has an inkling that he might have known once, back in his old life. He remembers being important, and important people get invited to fancy parties with wine and dancing. What he can't remember is actually dancing, although that doesn't mean he never did. Hells, he can't even remember his own family after two hundred years of torture. High society soirees didn't make the memory cut.
All of that is to say: no, he doesn't know how to dance, not anymore. How embarrassing. Defensive, almost like he expects to be ridiculed: ] I'm sure I can figure it out.
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It does seem like something I would know.
[ Which isn't quite an answer. Astarion has an inkling that he might have known once, back in his old life. He remembers being important, and important people get invited to fancy parties with wine and dancing. What he can't remember is actually dancing, although that doesn't mean he never did. Hells, he can't even remember his own family after two hundred years of torture. High society soirees didn't make the memory cut.
All of that is to say: no, he doesn't know how to dance, not anymore. How embarrassing. Defensive, almost like he expects to be ridiculed: ] I'm sure I can figure it out.