[Astarion would be awash in disappointment for not having won the most insignificant of games, if not for one little detail—]

Regal. [He repeats, seemingly delighted by this fresher show of dignity.]

My my, such a lofty descriptor— not that I disagree with it, there's something to be said for the natural poise dual-wielding requires, and you do cut quite the striking figure when you're not wilting like a fallen willow.

[It's a small little noise, touching the back of his throat.] Well. Even then, admittedly.

But you know, you never did say exactly what your role was before you came stumbling into this miserable world.

[And Astarion, still faintly stinking of vindictively spilled wine, could use the distraction.]