[ Astarion clasps his hands behind his back, preening as she points out all of his features. He does rather pride himself on appearances, even if his lack of reflection adds some difficulty in that arena. When all you have is how you look, one finds ways to work around little things such as being unable to use a mirror.
Then, the preening stops. He raises an eyebrow and cocks his head, for once genuinely curious. ]
'Eerie'? Do I frighten you, darling?
[ If he does, asking it like that probably didn't help matters. ]
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Then, the preening stops. He raises an eyebrow and cocks his head, for once genuinely curious. ]
'Eerie'? Do I frighten you, darling?
[ If he does, asking it like that probably didn't help matters. ]