[This is giving "We Need To Talk" vibes, isn't it? That isn't wholly Astarion's intent, though maybe it isn't entirely wrong, either. He waits for Winter to seat himself, idly wiping at his own face with the rag (hiding an exhale into it when he does), then sets the item aside as he turns to face the warlock.
He switches it out for a rather decorative decanter filled with red wine, stopped up neatly and uncorked only now. Just a little something stolen from Moonrise, no doubt. Astarion brings two glasses with him in the other hand, then seats himself across from Winter on the floor of his tent space.]
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He switches it out for a rather decorative decanter filled with red wine, stopped up neatly and uncorked only now. Just a little something stolen from Moonrise, no doubt. Astarion brings two glasses with him in the other hand, then seats himself across from Winter on the floor of his tent space.]
I'm not bribing. I'm spoiling. Here.
[He offers him a glass, then offers to pour.]
I'd like to talk about... us.
[How's that for a conversation starter.]