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For weeks, Astarion has been reveling in his newfound freedom - the sun is bright, ceremorphosis has been delayed, and Tav is still enthusiastically slipping into his tent at night. But then, while Tav was suffering her moon-blood cycle, Shadowheart made her move - something he must keep secret from Tav. Astarion broods alone in his tent, shaken up from the experience, Tav arrives, full of uncomfortable questions about his former life.
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“Is it any good?” she asked, indicating towards the book on Faerun religions. “Seems ... educational.”“I’m a cultured and curious vampire darling, with a brilliant intellect, fascinated by the pursuit of knowledge, and endless time to devote to self-improvement. Frankly I'm insulted at the implication that you could suspect I’m anything less.”
She looked back at it as a smile danced across her soft lips. “Does it have dirty pictures of beautiful naked people cavorting in honour to the god of decadence and hedonism?”
It did, but that was hardly the point. He hadn’t been reading it for that.
“How dare you, darling,” he said knowingly. Let her think he was reading it for titillation, and not figuring out how to keep himself safe from Shadowheart.