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[nibbling]

Oh, but 'as-you're-meant-to-be boy' doesn't have quite as much of a ring to it.

What will we do with each other, then, when I escape Wyll? [ Gods, don't say it's something terribly boring. ]

[divinestrike]

How cheeky of you. I'll come up with a different, more concise descriptor of what kind of boy I think you are.

[Troublesome. Frustrating. Charming (annoyingly so). She has a few ideas in mind.]

I don't know what you were planning to do, but I'm sure I had a few things available to me. My nightly routine tends to consist of reading, bathing, praying, taking long walks in the woods, planning for the next day.

[How pragmatic of her.]

[nibbling]

[ So it is boring. He has to make all of his own fun around here. ]

Allow my dulcet tones to read to you as you bathe.

[divinestrike]

[Now that's an idea.]

That's a little strange, but only because I haven't had that proposed to me before. Can I ask what you plan on reading? Or why you want to read to me whilst I bathe?

[nibbling]

Because I want to see you naked, darling.

[ It's almost adorable that she doesn't get it... in the way a clueless puppy is adorable. ]

[divinestrike]

Kind of hard to look when you're reading a book, isn't it? What's the point of the book if you're just going to be looking at me? I guess it's. Fine. Either way. There is nothing exciting about bath time.

[She has so many questions. Is this a normal pastime for him?]

[nibbling]

There could be if you made it an exciting book. You have those, yes?

[divinestrike]

That's very cute of you. I assume you are referring to risque and scandalous material, which I can neither confirm nor deny. [Do not go through her things to find out, is the implied command.] Either way, you are not reading that material aloud to me. I doubt very much I would be able to endure it without an immense amount of embarrassment. Is it not enough to let you watch me bathe?

[nibbling]

You're sure you don't want me to read you the passionate exploits of the naive young princess and the big, strong barbarian who teaches her pleasure?

[divinestrike]

I can just imagine how this will go. You'll give these ridiculous voices to the characters and instead of it being tantalising at all, it'll only be funny. Unless your goal here is to make me laugh, because that's not usually what those books are for, I think.

[nibbling]

[ With genuine offense: ] I take my duty of being tantalizing very seriously, you know.

Ugh, fine - I suppose we can just gossip about which of the group would make the ugliest mindflayer.

[divinestrike]

I can assure you that you don't need a book to be tantalising.

[Doesn't he know that. It's tantalising enough to let him watch her bathe.]

Why don't you just come down to the river when you're tired of Wyll. I promise I will not rush through my bath. And we'll see what happens. Books. Mindflayer discussions. Whatever have you.

[nibbling]

I've been tired of Wyll since this morning.

[ Who gets up in the morning and greets the day with a smile? It's unnatural. ]

[divinestrike]

Then don't keep me waiting. My patience might seem infinite, but it's not. Less so for cunning boys.

[There. Cunning works. Neither good, nor bad. Although complimentary, regardless.]

[nibbling]

[ Sassy. Maybe she's not as toothless as he thought. ]

Don't do anything too exciting without me.

[ He, of course, will be fashionably late on purpose. ]

[divinestrike]

[Of course he will. Because he's a menace.]

Of course not. Gods forbid you miss a single crucial moment of me undressing and pulling my hair up.

[That might be intentional. Maybe she wants to repay him in kind with some jabs of her own.]

[nibbling]

If you aren't allowing me to dip into your dirty book collection [ and yes, he has decided it's a collection ] then it's the least you can do.

[divinestrike]

I don't have a collection. I have, perhaps, once or twice, procured, one or two of those books and read them. If you feel you can't survive without them, then have at it, I guess. There are so many better ways of getting under my skin than irritating me.

[nibbling]

Oh, really?

[divinestrike]

Has this all been a clever ruse to break me down and just give in so you stop annoying me?

[nibbling]

Not at all. On my honor, I won't touch you unless you're begging for it.

[ And he won't stop being annoying even if she begs for it. ]

[divinestrike]

As if I'd give you the satisfaction of hearing me beg for anything.

[...Loathe as she is to admit it, that's not exactly out of the realm of possibility, but pride tells her that he would never let her live it down.]

[nibbling]

Pity.

[ He's not too cut up about it. It's a workable situation. ]

I'm sure we can find other ways to enjoy ourselves. Speaking of, I'm coming down by the river to get under your lovely skin.

[divinestrike]

I do so appreciate a warning. Perhaps say something when you arrive, so you don't give me a fright. I know how good you are at being inconspicuous.

[This is not one of those occasions where he should feel he must needs sneak. As long as he announces himself, she won't be tempted to throw something at him. Either way, he'll likely find her with quite the very tidy pile of garments and far too much hair messily pulled up and pinned in place every which way.]

[nibbling]

[ Considerate as ever, Astarion makes no attempt at a stealthy approach, opting instead for put-upon swagger as he lazily strides towards Nepione, as if in no real hurry to get there. Once he's within earshot, he stops, calling out in a voice that drips with sarcasm: ]

Boo.

[ She did ask him to announce himself, after all. ]