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Is it cheating, or is it leveraging cleverness unchecked? [Asks the elf who's smirking at the bottom of that bottle as it's raised in high salute— long sip looking so sweet judging by the bob in Fenris' glittering throat as he drinks, bewitching garnet eyes. Lending a hazy quality to everything in Astarion for a beat, beyond just drunkenness alone, for he hasn't felt this lax throughout his joints (and sinew, and bone) at all till now. Pleasant and slow-smouldering, like the blooming heat beside him, and he hardly minds that it makes his grip nigh ineffective when he tries to take that bottle back, nearly fumbling at first—

Doing better on the second try.

He sprawls after he's succeeded, flaunting dagger-long teeth with that first pull (and oh, it is ambrosial)....]

I wouldn't d—

[A beat.]