[ He can’t imagine the smell of blood – of his blood, in particular, and this close, too – is doing much to help Astarion’s self-control, but the other man’s had a lot of time to learn restraint. Winter can appreciate that he’s just carrying on as if it isn’t a problem, for the moment. Like he doesn’t know how this conversation is likely to end.
The warlock gives him a mild look in response to his jabs about his hoarding, again.. One never knows when a key will come in handy, though he can certainly concede the Astarion’s skills are quite useful. ]
And just how, pray tell, did you get so good at picking locks in the first place?
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The warlock gives him a mild look in response to his jabs about his hoarding, again.. One never knows when a key will come in handy, though he can certainly concede the Astarion’s skills are quite useful. ]
And just how, pray tell, did you get so good at picking locks in the first place?