[Astarion can't help but let a laugh tumble out of him, bright and delighted and utterly sincere. Oh, yes, his own "deal" ended with him being little more than a slave to a cruel master's whims, but sometimes you just have to live vicariously through someone else.]
Oh, I'm jealous.
[And he is. And perhaps if he lingered on it overlong, that jealousy would turn into frustration. But he really, truly is glad that Winter managed to exact his revenge, that the man who wronged him got what was coming to him.]
I can't imagine the look on that man's face when he saw you again. You must tell me how it all happened.
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Oh, I'm jealous.
[And he is. And perhaps if he lingered on it overlong, that jealousy would turn into frustration. But he really, truly is glad that Winter managed to exact his revenge, that the man who wronged him got what was coming to him.]
I can't imagine the look on that man's face when he saw you again. You must tell me how it all happened.