[ This man looks like he moisturizes, which Alucard appreciates. His sun-warmed skin, nearly as bronze as his hair, couldn't be much more contrasting, though his own hands are perhaps softer than one might expect of a sailor as well. With a parting graze of his thumb across the other's knuckles, he releases Astarion.
And chuckles, either at the complaint or the pouting or both. ]
Have you ever done an honest day's work in your life?
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And chuckles, either at the complaint or the pouting or both. ]
Have you ever done an honest day's work in your life?