[ It's cute to see the excitement. Well, and more than a little contagious. Astarion lets Jarlaxle into his little apartment.
He's clearly made it his own. The kitchen mostly holds alcohol (that he doesn't drink, but it's the principle of the thing) and his window box of mostly poisonous plants, but he's got a nice set up with a table and some shelves with books (mostly smut) and other trinkets (including a very cool jewel inlaid dagger on display next to a little glass carving of a cat and a dog). His bed has silk sheets, of course, and too many pillows--definitely too much for someone who doesn't actually sleep, but he likes the decadence of it. At the foot of the bed is a locked trunk. ]
I like this look on you.
[ eager, prepared. He looks down at the rope, too, coiled in his hands. ]
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He's clearly made it his own. The kitchen mostly holds alcohol (that he doesn't drink, but it's the principle of the thing) and his window box of mostly poisonous plants, but he's got a nice set up with a table and some shelves with books (mostly smut) and other trinkets (including a very cool jewel inlaid dagger on display next to a little glass carving of a cat and a dog). His bed has silk sheets, of course, and too many pillows--definitely too much for someone who doesn't actually sleep, but he likes the decadence of it. At the foot of the bed is a locked trunk. ]
I like this look on you.
[ eager, prepared. He looks down at the rope, too, coiled in his hands. ]
That's a lovely color.