"That mean you'd invite me back? 'Cause I'd like that. You were pretty damn good. Worth not gettin' paid even." And there's very few people he can think of that fit that category, and mosta them are giving him drugs. Which to be fair Astarion had done previously, but Angel isn't here to thank him for that.
"High praise," Astarion drawls, but he takes it in the spirit it was
intended in. "Yes, I'd invite you back. I'd even respond favourably to an
invitation of your own."
He smirks playfully, sure Astarion understands what he means.
"Careful, a gal could catch feelins if ya go sayin stuff like that," he laughs, and gives a considering hum. "Been a while since I got to pick. You can expect ta get one."
"Heh-" Angel takes that as his cue to start dressing, eyes scouting out that abandoned dress. "Most people don' offer even if they do, so you're good. An' ya left me pretty clean. You know what a bitch it is to get dried cum outta fur?"
"Heh, you were real sweet, Babe, don' worry." There's the dress. He collects it and pulls it on, trying to re-fluff and style his fur with his fingers. "...didn' feel like you was talkin' down ta me- before. I needed that."
"Yes, well." Astarion looks away, not altogether comfortable with
compliments about his interpersonal skills if they're not of the 'slot A,
tab B' variety. "I have to make the occasional exception."
He goes about gathering his own clothes. Frankly, his experience of fucking people back home who weren't about to be taken away and eaten was...limited.
He knows in movies and things dates tend to end with a kiss, but this ain't a date. It's not work either though, leaving Angel unsure, and so he defaults to what he knows, starting towards the door.
"I had a good time. And I don't gotta lie about it neither...thanks. I'll uh...see around. Maybe invite you round mine next time."
A faint flush shows through Angel's fur, and he laughs almost bashfully.
"You too, babe," and he lets himself out before he does something to really embarrass himself. But that was...nice. He can't remember the last time he left a sexual encounter feeling like this, and not because of drugs. Huh~
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"High praise," Astarion drawls, but he takes it in the spirit it was intended in. "Yes, I'd invite you back. I'd even respond favourably to an invitation of your own."
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"Careful, a gal could catch feelins if ya go sayin stuff like that," he laughs, and gives a considering hum. "Been a while since I got to pick. You can expect ta get one."
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"Wonderful." He stretches. "For now, though, due to my irrepressible criminal nature I'm afraid I don't have a shower to offer you."
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"....I don't," Astarion says. "But I'll take the hint and endeavour to be courteous, going forward."
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"Yes, well." Astarion looks away, not altogether comfortable with compliments about his interpersonal skills if they're not of the 'slot A, tab B' variety. "I have to make the occasional exception."
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"How do people leave things when they ain't clients?"
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"Here, you mean? However they like."
He goes about gathering his own clothes. Frankly, his experience of fucking people back home who weren't about to be taken away and eaten was...limited.
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"I had a good time. And I don't gotta lie about it neither...thanks. I'll uh...see around. Maybe invite you round mine next time."
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Astarion watches the awkwardness for a moment, then stands up from the bed and goes to meet him near the door.
He leans in to kiss the corner of his mouth.
"Pleasant dreams, darling."
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"You too, babe," and he lets himself out before he does something to really embarrass himself. But that was...nice. He can't remember the last time he left a sexual encounter feeling like this, and not because of drugs. Huh~