( Karlach's nose wrinkles when he puts it like that, a counterpoint to his gaze as he lets it linger over her naked body, though she can't help but grin. Astarion should have known what he was getting into, agreeing to come with her. If he found her jokes insulting he shouldn't have pressed so hard to come with her into the Hells.

She could play hard to get. Give him a taste of his own teasing. But she doesn't want to do that, not with him -- never with him. Why would she, when he's in arm's reach?

Karlach grins, slipping into the water with a relieved sigh, the warmth easing muscles tense from the amount of devils and demons they had to slaughter to get here to begin with. Not that she or Astarion are mad about that: it was one of the plusses he listed off to her. )

And here I was, thinking I tired you out last night. ( She knows that's not true. ) So yes, tell me more about your mortal skin, Astarion.