Astarion steeples his fingers lightly. He has a vial of Invisibility in his sleeve; having to reach for a pocket is far too obvious.
"So - and this is sheerly curiosity, you understand. Is this a 'my mercy demands that I give you a head start before I hunt you down like the Hells-begotten wretch are are' sort of conversation, or is this a 'my honour demands that I pierce your heart in twain from the front and not the back' sort of conversation?"
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"I see."
Astarion steeples his fingers lightly. He has a vial of Invisibility in his sleeve; having to reach for a pocket is far too obvious.
"So - and this is sheerly curiosity, you understand. Is this a 'my mercy demands that I give you a head start before I hunt you down like the Hells-begotten wretch are are' sort of conversation, or is this a 'my honour demands that I pierce your heart in twain from the front and not the back' sort of conversation?"