But then, Astarion supposed he was much the same when it was just him and an animal. He'd had a few conversations with Scratch in the past. And with the Owlbear cub. And a few passing cats who had decided to give him the time of day. It was easier sometimes to talk to an animal who couldn't respond back- unless you used a spell or a potion to understand them.
He lifted his head to push up against the finger stroking it, figuring he might as well make the most out of the petting given that he had little other choice.
He even chirped along to the conversation, intently thinking his responses at the man.
'I suppose I was lucky that Cazador set up shop in Baldur's Gate rather than Elturel. Would have liked to see him get reduced to a stain on the ground by some monstrosity in Avernus, but it really was more pleasing to get to do that myself-'
Chirp, chirp, chirp, squeak.
'A bard? The story-telling kind or the singing kind? You really need to be specific so that I can more clearly picture it, darling.'
Continued squeaks and a bit of a flail as he was slid down from his hand and onto the desk, once again flopping over as though giving up. His eyes closed briefly as the finger stroked down along his back, chirping an affirmative note. He was pretty cute indeed.
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But then, Astarion supposed he was much the same when it was just him and an animal. He'd had a few conversations with Scratch in the past. And with the Owlbear cub. And a few passing cats who had decided to give him the time of day. It was easier sometimes to talk to an animal who couldn't respond back- unless you used a spell or a potion to understand them.
He lifted his head to push up against the finger stroking it, figuring he might as well make the most out of the petting given that he had little other choice.
He even chirped along to the conversation, intently thinking his responses at the man.
'I suppose I was lucky that Cazador set up shop in Baldur's Gate rather than Elturel. Would have liked to see him get reduced to a stain on the ground by some monstrosity in Avernus, but it really was more pleasing to get to do that myself-'
Chirp, chirp, chirp, squeak.
'A bard? The story-telling kind or the singing kind? You really need to be specific so that I can more clearly picture it, darling.'
Continued squeaks and a bit of a flail as he was slid down from his hand and onto the desk, once again flopping over as though giving up. His eyes closed briefly as the finger stroked down along his back, chirping an affirmative note. He was pretty cute indeed.