[ Astarion's smile is several shades shy of innocent as Kaveh chokes on his wine, though he at least manages not to laugh outright. Really, Kaveh makes this too easy. Perhaps that's why Midnight likes having him around so much—surely a seasoned roue like him would have an equally easy time ruffling the man's feathers.
Astarion is about to raise his hands in another placating gesture and assure Kaveh that yes, Midnight had made his rules about on-site dalliances very clear (and perhaps see if he can phrase any of those rules in a way that might further perturb the hapless architect), when Kaveh splutters out that last accusation. Astarion raises an eyebrow, head canting slightly to the side as he regards the man with a sharp, too-polished smile. ]
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Astarion is about to raise his hands in another placating gesture and assure Kaveh that yes, Midnight had made his rules about on-site dalliances very clear (and perhaps see if he can phrase any of those rules in a way that might further perturb the hapless architect), when Kaveh splutters out that last accusation. Astarion raises an eyebrow, head canting slightly to the side as he regards the man with a sharp, too-polished smile. ]
Oh? And what does it say about me?