[ Xenk is not the most emotionally attuned person in the world. Some might say he isn't even the most emotionally attuned person in this room. He was enjoying this, physically and mentally, as he finds Astarion quite charming and attractive besides. His company is pleasant—more than that, it's engaging. They get along well, and they speak on things others likely wouldn't understand. He doesn't need to fake it around Astarion.
Which is why Xenk looks at him so closely. He tilts his head and stares with that unnerving intensity of his, trying to parse out what Astarion isn't saying. It's hard to do for him—words are so much easier. But pain is not something so easily forgotten.
Xenk looks at the vial, then over to Astarion's face once more. He understands what Astarion is suggesting, (again, he's not ignorant, just inexperienced,) but he knows his question killed the mood, so to speak. His seriousness is very much undercut by the fact that he's naked. ]
Should you wish to stop, I would have no objection.
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Which is why Xenk looks at him so closely. He tilts his head and stares with that unnerving intensity of his, trying to parse out what Astarion isn't saying. It's hard to do for him—words are so much easier. But pain is not something so easily forgotten.
Xenk looks at the vial, then over to Astarion's face once more. He understands what Astarion is suggesting, (again, he's not ignorant, just inexperienced,) but he knows his question killed the mood, so to speak. His seriousness is very much undercut by the fact that he's naked. ]
Should you wish to stop, I would have no objection.