[ Gale's eyes widen, a flash of repulsion welling up inside him at hearing Astarion say this — then, anger at the mere insinuation. Astarion's really batting a thousand today when it comes to offending him.
He throws his hands up, exasperated. ]
Hells, Astarion. I think you know very well I would never even think to utter such vile words.
[ Because they aren't true. Astarion's right: he's charming and fun to be around, if caught in the right mood. Cunning. Eloquent. Unfortunately indispensable in a battle and out of it. A fair bit more than just 'rakish', and none of it thanks to Cazador. ]
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He throws his hands up, exasperated. ]
Hells, Astarion. I think you know very well I would never even think to utter such vile words.
[ Because they aren't true. Astarion's right: he's charming and fun to be around, if caught in the right mood. Cunning. Eloquent. Unfortunately indispensable in a battle and out of it. A fair bit more than just 'rakish', and none of it thanks to Cazador. ]