Astarion straddles him easily, his knees bracketing Jacob's thighs.
"Fill the time, he says. Is that all I am, to you?" he sniffs, unable to fight down the smirk to look or sound genuinely wounded. "A hobby?"
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Astarion straddles him easily, his knees bracketing Jacob's thighs.
"Fill the time, he says. Is that all I am, to you?" he sniffs, unable to fight down the smirk to look or sound genuinely wounded. "A hobby?"