[ There's a momentary hesitation at his words. He's trying not to overthink it, trying to keep it hidden. But the idea of marking him, the idea of using his fangs for anything else than utility...it's both strange and not. It's not strange that vampires would do that. It is strange that he, specifically, might do that.
Strange that he could do that to Xenk, this holy knight.
And sure, he's got all this bravado about corruption and how evil he is--this whole narrative he's made up, about himself. But that narrative doesn't stand up to reality.
But he also doesn't want to turn him down.
Astarion swallows thickly. ]
If that's what you'd like.
[ He doesn't want to dwell on it. Instead, he removes Xenk's hand from his hip so he can lead him back to bed. Sliding out of his touch, at least for now. ]
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Strange that he could do that to Xenk, this holy knight.
And sure, he's got all this bravado about corruption and how evil he is--this whole narrative he's made up, about himself. But that narrative doesn't stand up to reality.
But he also doesn't want to turn him down.
Astarion swallows thickly. ]
If that's what you'd like.
[ He doesn't want to dwell on it. Instead, he removes Xenk's hand from his hip so he can lead him back to bed. Sliding out of his touch, at least for now. ]
Come on.