[Especially so, and it's offered with a sharp bite to both Astarion and the man before she's grabbing the poor guy (what is his name? Benedikta has no idea. He is just "that man", it's probably something generic and equally as boring as he is, like Jim) by his wrist. Gently.]
Come. You were the one who asked me for a dance.
[He looks to Astarion, then back at Benedikta, and she swears she can see those nervous beads of sweat trickling over his brow and down behind his mask. She isn't even sure why she still gives a shit. This is exactly the sort of man she would leave high and dry, but it's now simply a matter of pride.
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[Especially so, and it's offered with a sharp bite to both Astarion and the man before she's grabbing the poor guy (what is his name? Benedikta has no idea. He is just "that man", it's probably something generic and equally as boring as he is, like Jim) by his wrist. Gently.]
Come. You were the one who asked me for a dance.
[He looks to Astarion, then back at Benedikta, and she swears she can see those nervous beads of sweat trickling over his brow and down behind his mask. She isn't even sure why she still gives a shit. This is exactly the sort of man she would leave high and dry, but it's now simply a matter of pride.
"Wh-why can't we all dance together?"
Fucking Founders.]