Quite right, [ Astarion says, a smug smile playing on his lips as he leans back in his chair. He must admit, for all the other man's seeming punctiliousness, he can't quite find it in himself to dislike Kaveh. The architect is easy to fluster and thus fun to tease, yet not so fragile that Astarion needs to worry about him making a scene over a harmless jest. And the way he blushes at the barest mention of anything uncouth is quite sweet.
Astarion takes the proffered drink, happy to raise it in a toast to his own victory. To his palate, it tastes like nothing more than bubbly vinegar, though his aversion doesn't show as he lifts the glass to his lips. Two centuries hunting in taverns has made him well-practiced at hiding his distaste. ]
He seems very experienced, doesn't he? [ Astarion says, voice dropping to a gossipy stage-whisper. ] Not more than a 100 people in this city and he manages to wrangle up a troupe of hosts, live entertainment, and an architect. It's quite impressive, really.
[ His voice returns to a normal volume, a huff of laughter under his breath. ] I will say, I hadn't the faintest idea what a host club even was when he told me about his plans for this place. [ And then, because he wants to see if he can get Kaveh to spit out his drink or at least turn a new and exciting shade of red, Astarion adds: ] Honestly, when he started going on about "facilitators of a good time" and the like, I was half-sure he was talking about opening up a brothel.
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Astarion takes the proffered drink, happy to raise it in a toast to his own victory. To his palate, it tastes like nothing more than bubbly vinegar, though his aversion doesn't show as he lifts the glass to his lips. Two centuries hunting in taverns has made him well-practiced at hiding his distaste. ]
He seems very experienced, doesn't he? [ Astarion says, voice dropping to a gossipy stage-whisper. ] Not more than a 100 people in this city and he manages to wrangle up a troupe of hosts, live entertainment, and an architect. It's quite impressive, really.
[ His voice returns to a normal volume, a huff of laughter under his breath. ] I will say, I hadn't the faintest idea what a host club even was when he told me about his plans for this place. [ And then, because he wants to see if he can get Kaveh to spit out his drink or at least turn a new and exciting shade of red, Astarion adds: ] Honestly, when he started going on about "facilitators of a good time" and the like, I was half-sure he was talking about opening up a brothel.