[No, it's no bad thing to hear his mother tongue. Strange, especially when Astarion's accent adds a slant to all his words— and yet then again it's all the more pleasing for it, for it reminds him just who is speaking. Fenris' head tips back, his eyes flicking over Astarion's face as his own expression begins to, if not soften, at least relax. Those fingers slowly tending to his hair are more soothing than they have any right to be; with a little sigh he turns his head into them, his palms smoothing up Astarion's thighs once more.]
But your pronunciation needs work . . . and I suspect as your teacher, I am bound to give you more useful lessons than just curses, hm? Or, [he adds with a chuckle,] exasperated statements. You will be the death of me, that's what you said before.
[And what Fenris in turn had hissed to him, overwhelmed by the revelation of his age.]
Try this, now: banavis fedari. It's a parting statement. Let your tongue roll over it, now . . .
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[No, it's no bad thing to hear his mother tongue. Strange, especially when Astarion's accent adds a slant to all his words— and yet then again it's all the more pleasing for it, for it reminds him just who is speaking. Fenris' head tips back, his eyes flicking over Astarion's face as his own expression begins to, if not soften, at least relax. Those fingers slowly tending to his hair are more soothing than they have any right to be; with a little sigh he turns his head into them, his palms smoothing up Astarion's thighs once more.]
But your pronunciation needs work . . . and I suspect as your teacher, I am bound to give you more useful lessons than just curses, hm? Or, [he adds with a chuckle,] exasperated statements. You will be the death of me, that's what you said before.
[And what Fenris in turn had hissed to him, overwhelmed by the revelation of his age.]
Try this, now: banavis fedari. It's a parting statement. Let your tongue roll over it, now . . .