I hadn't noticed. The day you refuse to lounge and simper is the day I'll grow concerned for your mental state. Well, more concerned.
[ does she even need to speak aloud for the dry sarcasm to convey itself? equally as doubtful as astarion not ... well. being uniquely astarion. at least she's more sincere, beneath all those layers of snark, when she adds: ]
For a creature of vanity, I have to confess — I'm shocked you haven't ordered us to find the nearest artist to have a portrait made in your honor. It would be a solution to your mirror problem, would it not?
Purely an admirer. I’ve never written anything, nor wanted to be a performer. I enjoy reading and deconstructing how magic tricks work, and sometimes my work involves costumes and playing parts, but that’s where it ends. I do know a very accomplished musician though, even if he doesn’t consider himself as such.
[One of the basketball guys sneers in Carter's direction whose body language is defensive but not scared, it's more like he's trying to patiently wait out this whole experience.]
We might have to up it to daily, this is little freak has been trying to poach other people's property.
They're not property.
[Carter says firmly, looking at the other boys with eyes that seem bright with anger. This of course earns him another shove.]
What can I say? I have an eye for quality when it comes to choosing bedmates. It accounts for my popularity among the clientele of the Elfsong Tavern, you know?
That's rather sweet of you. Why not send him off with some coin to be schooled in the art of love-making at Sharress' Carress, while you're at it?
[ Julien isn't normally this spicy, but dammit, Oleander, choose better partners. ]
I had simply imagined that when your choice of soups had widened you would choose something more fit to your tastes, if we must use your utterly diabolical metaphor
Nope, sorry. My mornings are already reserved for staring out of the window wondering if Spider-Man's about to breach the terms of our brand new agreement
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