[ Astarion knows well that no amount of batting his lashes and asking nicely is going to get Raphael to take the books back. This is a losing battle. But even still, he plays along, laying it on thick: ]
Please, won't you find it in your benevolent heart to return these books to the library? The Silver Court seems absolutely beside themselves.
[ But they both know he won't. So he pulls out a drawer in his desk and produces a bottle of bloodwine and a fold up, wooden chess set. ]
Do you want to play a round, or were you here for some other reason?
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Please, won't you find it in your benevolent heart to return these books to the library? The Silver Court seems absolutely beside themselves.
[ But they both know he won't. So he pulls out a drawer in his desk and produces a bottle of bloodwine and a fold up, wooden chess set. ]
Do you want to play a round, or were you here for some other reason?