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[nightsung]

She certainly made it sound like an official title. Like you have a little hat and uniform and everything.

[thirsted]

If you want me to dress for your pleasure, my dear, you'll have to ask a little more nicely.

[nightsung]

I don't know that I want to brave Gale's withering stare if I ask you to dress up for me, Astarion.

[thirsted]

I think that solves our problem for us, then, doesn't it?

More to the point, though: Why are you two lovely ladies gossiping about me, hm?

[nightsung]

Obviously we were talking about how dashing you are, and how we wish you'd come sweep us off our feet. Don't tell Gale.

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[thirsted]

He could hardly blame you. He, of all people, should know best just how dashing I am.

[thirsted]

I do, however, actually have one new ... shall we say, social preoccupation.

The spirit that Emmrich once guarded — the responsibility to tend to her has fallen to me, now.

[nightsung]

Oh.

I knew of her, but never asked Emmrich much about her.

How did this come about?

[thirsted]

She asked for me, apparently. She didn't really say much more than that, when we met, sweet thing.

I'm telling you this because I trust you. You needn't keep it to yourself, if you wish, but I'm not exactly clamoring for it to be common knowledge yet, either. You understand, I'm sure.