His eyes go wide, his voice soft as paper wings as he leans back in his own seat, delicate fingers sprawling across that pale ruff where it tucks itself across his collarbone.
"What a filthy accusation."
Have you any proof, Ellis? Are you certain about those memories of yours— maybe it was someone else that robbed you, or maybe those fingers of yours somehow managed to fumble coin in your day to day everything— or maybe it was Astarion, looking ever the victim in his dismay.
"And here I am, kind enough to share my meal with you. The thanks I get."
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His eyes go wide, his voice soft as paper wings as he leans back in his own seat, delicate fingers sprawling across that pale ruff where it tucks itself across his collarbone.
"What a filthy accusation."
Have you any proof, Ellis? Are you certain about those memories of yours— maybe it was someone else that robbed you, or maybe those fingers of yours somehow managed to fumble coin in your day to day everything— or maybe it was Astarion, looking ever the victim in his dismay.
"And here I am, kind enough to share my meal with you. The thanks I get."