“Ahah, I take it your world doesn’t have realms layered atop one another like stacked books.”

He follows her gaze, one hand finding his hip with a gentle, relaxed weight. At so late an hour, there isn’t much to get up to that isn’t either studious or distilled trouble— and he can’t go making too much noise about town each and every night unless he wants to make himself marked. Which...no. No thank you. There’s a difference between being a notoriously lucky gambler and a filthy cheat.

“Well, all right then. Let’s get to it. Lead the way, my dear.”

Astarion, she didn’t invite you.