[ Astarion is neglecting to mention that even if he does drink wine (or at least pretends it is wine when he is drinking blood), the taste is... Acrid. He's a vampire spawn, so of course all the real worldly delights that are left to him are tainted somehow, leaving him embittered and desperate for some kind of change. It's no wonder he seeks power.
The arms wrap around him and Astarion tries not to dwell on how strangely safe it makes him feel. Halsin is large, intimidatingly so, and has the power to back it up: he would be the perfect person to manipulate to ensure that he's taken care of. The issue with that is that Astarion doesn't necessarily think that he would need to manipulate Halsin to get what he wanted - protection that is freely offered - and he doesn't really... Want to.
It makes him grimace, just a little. He's getting soft.
Leaning back, he huffs an irritated noise, only half pretending. ]
I didn't think I had to be so explicit with you, Halsin.
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The arms wrap around him and Astarion tries not to dwell on how strangely safe it makes him feel. Halsin is large, intimidatingly so, and has the power to back it up: he would be the perfect person to manipulate to ensure that he's taken care of. The issue with that is that Astarion doesn't necessarily think that he would need to manipulate Halsin to get what he wanted - protection that is freely offered - and he doesn't really... Want to.
It makes him grimace, just a little. He's getting soft.
Leaning back, he huffs an irritated noise, only half pretending. ]
I didn't think I had to be so explicit with you, Halsin.