I'm. Not.

[Either of those things. At least, according to her, because somehow when he says them, they do not sound particularly endearing. There's also the matter that self-perception is so different from how others may perceive. Neither here nor there, perhaps, in this particular circumstance.

Her head tilts as she eyes him with a fair amount of wariness.]

I really don't like flattery, Astarion. I'm not interested in these exhausting social games. I would prefer it if you were just straight forward with me. If you want something, just say it.

[Everyone else can tell her, mostly, what they need out of her. She is, generally, content to provide it if it's within her ability to do so. People like Lae'zel, never leave her guessing and she likes that. She can draw the line where she needs to, but with Astarion, he's such a wildcard.

So. Very. Unpredictable. Exciting, perhaps, but there's no one else in camp who makes her nervous the way he does. One of these days, she's convinced she'll find a blade of his at her throat.]