Astarion Ancunín

"You think you can drag me anywhere?" he laughs, hands back in his pockets. He's well aware of what Astarion can do, but he covers it well enough.

He's not thinking through anything here. Not worrying about labels or words or feelings, just going off of what he wants, right there, in that moment.

He leads him down the slope, though does turn to ensure he is as sure footed as he thinks he is.

As he does, Jacob's boot slips on a bit of ice and the rock crumbles underneath him. He loses his balance, falling to his knees.