[Astarion rolls his eyes, but he doesn't protest being brushed off. With a sigh he rolls onto his knees and gets up with a little more grace than he had before. He moves differently: more fluid, more at ease. Once he's up, he uses the hem of his sleeve to wipe whatever blood lingers around his mouth. He's always been careful not to spill too much, but sometimes it can't be helped.]
Have it your way, darling. Now that I've had a little pick-me-up, I need to find larger game.
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Have it your way, darling. Now that I've had a little pick-me-up, I need to find larger game.