[It's such easy habit to be attuned to what someone likes, for good or ill -- and Astarion very much can tell that Winter likes fingers in his hair, maybe a little tug here or two.
Those fingertips trail up just to press gently into his scalp, massaging lightly as he considers that question with less weight than he would normally.]
That depends. [His smile watches Winter, his red eyes piercing.] How much are you willing to give?
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Those fingertips trail up just to press gently into his scalp, massaging lightly as he considers that question with less weight than he would normally.]
That depends. [His smile watches Winter, his red eyes piercing.] How much are you willing to give?