And give you the satisfaction of admitting it? Perish the thought.
[ One corner of his lips quirks at that. It's no secret, not to Astarion if not the whole camp by now, that Winter rather enjoys himself when Astarion comes to call. Though, the blood is really ever only part of it.
He dutifully holds still while Astarion finishes his bandaging, and once done, he gives his arm a little flex — but having learned his lesson, he takes care not to reopen anything or mess with the dressing. ]
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[ One corner of his lips quirks at that. It's no secret, not to Astarion if not the whole camp by now, that Winter rather enjoys himself when Astarion comes to call. Though, the blood is really ever only part of it.
He dutifully holds still while Astarion finishes his bandaging, and once done, he gives his arm a little flex — but having learned his lesson, he takes care not to reopen anything or mess with the dressing. ]
Thank you, Astarion.