It's one last quip before she's fighting back a knowing smile at his move - she'd honestly applaud, if she could - and doing the much nicer equivalent of it when she catches the eye of one of the servants standing at alert and beckons him over sweetly to hand him her glass.
Astarion never does get a verbal answer, because Margaery's only too happy to take his arm and guide him to the dance floor, where she knows they create a stunning visage together, with the delicate simplicity of her dress and the beautiful embroidery of his sleeves.
"Is gossip truly all you came for tonight, dear Astarion? It feels a little too... easy for you, as challenges go. And rather distant."
It'd been her assumption that something much more practical would drive him to appear and engage in such a party - a specific target, perhaps, or their purse.
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It's one last quip before she's fighting back a knowing smile at his move - she'd honestly applaud, if she could - and doing the much nicer equivalent of it when she catches the eye of one of the servants standing at alert and beckons him over sweetly to hand him her glass.
Astarion never does get a verbal answer, because Margaery's only too happy to take his arm and guide him to the dance floor, where she knows they create a stunning visage together, with the delicate simplicity of her dress and the beautiful embroidery of his sleeves.
"Is gossip truly all you came for tonight, dear Astarion? It feels a little too... easy for you, as challenges go. And rather distant."
It'd been her assumption that something much more practical would drive him to appear and engage in such a party - a specific target, perhaps, or their purse.