[ Astarion's done everything right, made her practically tremble with excitement, and yet she still denies any interest. How vexing, to have a wrench like this thrown in his plans. Fine, then — he'll adapt, as he always has. His hands come off her shoulders and he leans in towards her ear, a hint of genuine pridefulness in his voice. ]
Sorry, darling, but I don't beg.
[ He seduces, corrupts, charms, but never begs. If she's to act like bedding him is a chore — or worse, a favor — then his pride demands said bedding not happen at all. He wrings out the cloth and turns, starting to wade out of the river. ]
Oh, but when you're ready to, I trust you know where to find me.
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Sorry, darling, but I don't beg.
[ He seduces, corrupts, charms, but never begs. If she's to act like bedding him is a chore — or worse, a favor — then his pride demands said bedding not happen at all. He wrings out the cloth and turns, starting to wade out of the river. ]
Oh, but when you're ready to, I trust you know where to find me.