[ Astarion starts and so does Winter, the warlock jolting where he stands. Sure, he can be quite quiet when he wants to, but he never thought that heβd be able to get the drop on Astarion of all people β not without really trying, and he was certainly not trying.
He quirks a brow, making a show of prodding at one of his canines with his tongue. Not a fang to be found. ]
No, still normal.
[ But then, a bit more seriously, a bit more gentleβ ]
I was actually here to ask you if everything was all right.
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He quirks a brow, making a show of prodding at one of his canines with his tongue. Not a fang to be found. ]
No, still normal.
[ But then, a bit more seriously, a bit more gentleβ ]
I was actually here to ask you if everything was all right.