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[thereneverwas]

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[thereneverwas]

One might argue none of it is your business, [Barrow sighs, but point taken, it was a secret pertaining to him.]

I won't go chasing her down, if that's what you're after. The last thing someone like the Seeker needs is a fat old bastard breathing down her neck.

[illithidnapped]

Don’t sell yourself short. Self-pity is a terrible habit— and an absolute bore. [Unless it's Astarion's own self-pity, and then it's charming and fair and entirely reasonable.]

You’re a handsome devil, even if you’re not glistening with spring dew.

But if you’re too put off by the idea, I won’t corral you into it. Just offering you a little perspective to use as you like.

[thereneverwas]

Well.

As long as you think so.

[It is physically impossible for Barrow not to flirt with everyone he meets, even as cruel as it is that he's only actually interested in half of them.]

[illithidnapped]

[Utterly cruel. How very dare.]

Ahah. Don't.

Now you're just toying with what's left of my cold, dead, heart.

[thereneverwas]

Surely a fellow like you has prospects throwing themselves at his feet.

[It's genuine; he's a bit surprised.]

[illithidnapped]

Well. I certainly have friends in low places. [A little joke, given how much time he spends in Lowtown’s more colorful districts.]

But no, there aren’t any parades of suitors lining up in front of my door.

I’ll survive. Flatterer.

[thereneverwas]

I expect you will. No matter the odds.

[It's a compliment and an indictment all at once.]

[illithidnapped]

[He wouldn’t have it any other way.]

Rest up, darling. And do check in on her when you have the time.

I’m sure she’ll be just thrilled to hear your voice.