[ Xenk is proud that it works. Of course he doesn't know anything about how Astarion had suffered, or anything of his past before coming to Castle Courtsheart. He's a former student like so many other former students. Even if his mask made him look older, age was not something that mattered in these halls.
So Xenk strokes his wrist with his thumb. ]
Good. I assume you know of where we might find privacy?
[ Or: You're Red Court, you're good at this stuff, right. ]
no subject
So Xenk strokes his wrist with his thumb. ]
Good. I assume you know of where we might find privacy?
[ Or: You're Red Court, you're good at this stuff, right. ]