Thus two additional considerations emerge. Firstly, has the horn of flirtatious chicken sounded?
Usually people he's pegged for feigned interest back down once offers for a kiss and a cuddle hit the table, weeding out those who don't appreciate being threatened with a good time (close encounters with mangy peasants). He'd taken a gamble, allowing the possibility for scenarios to exist in which Astarion does not simply come within proximity to warm bodies and dementor-peck them or some such, but in so doing had bet on this not being something Astarion would want to hear and not much farther ahead than that.
Not to say he's told a strict lie himself, but... Blood and ashes. Is this bastard trying to bluff him on making good on come-ons as he bluffs him?
... well.
It's only really a bluff if he's unable or unwilling to back it up. And the prevalent factors that typically would dissuade him—heads being torn from bodies, puffed-up imperiousness, temperaments too obnoxious to bother with (Moiraine, most people in the Two Rivers), sneering insincerity (when the most stunning woman nature and the One Power ever created sizes you up like a prize pig, you do not go there and some people should really take that wisdom)—have not quite made this supposed checklist as yet.
Well, peacocking, maybe. ]
I suppose there's a reason some people wear socks to bed.
Just stay away from me with those cold feet.
[ The second consideration brings him back a step to mathlady.gif over vampire physiology a moment more. Right. Undead blood circulation. So when a boy vampire and a girl vampire or any combination therein like each other very much, how do they... ? Can they? The usual flushed and frisky way or does generating some heat involve part of the... work?
Thank everything he and his stirrings of embarrassment drifting back toward this line of thinking are safely at a distance, do not perceive him. ]
Do you feel cold? To yourself, I mean. Is that uncomfortable?
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Thus two additional considerations emerge. Firstly, has the horn of flirtatious chicken sounded?
Usually people he's pegged for feigned interest back down once offers for a kiss and a cuddle hit the table, weeding out those who don't appreciate being threatened with a good time (close encounters with mangy peasants). He'd taken a gamble, allowing the possibility for scenarios to exist in which Astarion does not simply come within proximity to warm bodies and dementor-peck them or some such, but in so doing had bet on this not being something Astarion would want to hear and not much farther ahead than that.
Not to say he's told a strict lie himself, but... Blood and ashes. Is this bastard trying to bluff him on making good on come-ons as he bluffs him?
... well.
It's only really a bluff if he's unable or unwilling to back it up. And the prevalent factors that typically would dissuade him—heads being torn from bodies, puffed-up imperiousness, temperaments too obnoxious to bother with (Moiraine, most people in the Two Rivers), sneering insincerity (when the most stunning woman nature and the One Power ever created sizes you up like a prize pig, you do not go there and some people should really take that wisdom)—have not quite made this supposed checklist as yet.
Well, peacocking, maybe. ]
I suppose there's a reason some people wear socks to bed.
Just stay away from me with those cold feet.
[ The second consideration brings him back a step to mathlady.gif over vampire physiology a moment more. Right. Undead blood circulation. So when a boy vampire and a girl vampire or any combination therein like each other very much, how do they... ? Can they? The usual flushed and frisky way or does generating some heat involve part of the... work?
Thank everything he and his stirrings of embarrassment drifting back toward this line of thinking are safely at a distance, do not perceive him. ]
Do you feel cold? To yourself, I mean. Is that uncomfortable?