He's nervous. Visibly trying to steel himself. It's - adorable, frankly. Like a bear afraid of a mouse. Astarion has not discarded the idea of Godfrey approaching him with the whole the-Morninglord-does-not-suffer-your-kind-to-exist song and dance, but it fades into lesser likelihood with every passing day. If this is that, he has a couple of potions to hand which should facilitate a quick escape, and if it isn't...
Well, his evening has become unexpectedly interesting, regardless.
"By all means, lead the way." He gestures away from camp in a way he feels is appropriately grandiose. "I'm in your hands."
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He's nervous. Visibly trying to steel himself. It's - adorable, frankly. Like a bear afraid of a mouse. Astarion has not discarded the idea of Godfrey approaching him with the whole the-Morninglord-does-not-suffer-your-kind-to-exist song and dance, but it fades into lesser likelihood with every passing day. If this is that, he has a couple of potions to hand which should facilitate a quick escape, and if it isn't...
Well, his evening has become unexpectedly interesting, regardless.
"By all means, lead the way." He gestures away from camp in a way he feels is appropriately grandiose. "I'm in your hands."