[It's a hint to a grim tale, and one that, if he were sober, Fenris would pay more mind to. But then again: it isn't as if his hands are any cleaner. You do what you need to in order to survive, and while the notion of luring prey in is objectively awful, well. Fenris won't ever be the one to call Astarion to task for it. Especially not now.
Blame the alcohol, too, on the way he isn't sure if that innuendo means what he thinks it means. Or blame Thedas, maybe, for the notion of a man flirting with another to be something unusual. Either way: he grins at Astarion, his smile just a touch uncertain as he tries to decide if that's flirtatious.
(But Astarion wouldn't want to— but maybe he would? But then again, they're about to set off on a long journey, and they barely know if they're compatible as friends, never mind as— and Maker, he just emerged into freedom, Fenris oughtn't assume—)]
I— oh?
[Smooth. He cocks his head curiously, that same smile still on his lips, and asks:]
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Blame the alcohol, too, on the way he isn't sure if that innuendo means what he thinks it means. Or blame Thedas, maybe, for the notion of a man flirting with another to be something unusual. Either way: he grins at Astarion, his smile just a touch uncertain as he tries to decide if that's flirtatious.
(But Astarion wouldn't want to— but maybe he would? But then again, they're about to set off on a long journey, and they barely know if they're compatible as friends, never mind as— and Maker, he just emerged into freedom, Fenris oughtn't assume—)]
I— oh?
[Smooth. He cocks his head curiously, that same smile still on his lips, and asks:]
What did you have in mind?