Astarion smiles and extends his hand for a brief, friendly clasp. The other
man's falter has been noted, but it's nothing, really. He's used to the
negative reaction being more 'reaching for a wooden stake' than anything
this politely muted.
"Hello, darling. Your photograph doesn't do you justice."
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Astarion smiles and extends his hand for a brief, friendly clasp. The other man's falter has been noted, but it's nothing, really. He's used to the negative reaction being more 'reaching for a wooden stake' than anything this politely muted.
"Hello, darling. Your photograph doesn't do you justice."