[ Neither of them are the conventional sort though, are they? Winter angles toward Astarion as well, that grin staying right where it is. Thankfully, with his penchant for wearing clothes with very open and plunging necklines, all he has to do is draw his hair back over his shoulder, bearing the pale expanse of his neck to the vampire. The ever-present coil of his tattoo slides elsewhere, gliding across his skin. ]
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Go on, then. I'm all yours.