[ Oh, he was so right when he called Astarion dangerous. Those hands, that mouth, they're all conspiring to slowly drive him mad. Astarion palms at his groin, and he'll already find a hint of a bulge there, the motion driving a shuddering exhale out of the warlock.
To say nothing of what those breathless words in his ear do for him, sending a shiver down his spine. ]
no subject
To say nothing of what those breathless words in his ear do for him, sending a shiver down his spine. ]
I should've known you wouldn't play fair.
[ That's not a "no". ]