[There's an audible —click— as Astarion's tongue pops against the roof of his mouth.]

—an excellent question. [Wears the same cadence as such hit phrases as: 'goodness, look at the time', and 'first thing tomorrow morning, was it?']

But um. Well it's just so hard to choose with hands so deft as mine.

And really, wouldn't you prefer the spontaneity of organic discovery? Sweat dripping from our brows and exhilaration running fierce and hot within our veins— neither one of us knowing what the other has in store?