[ Astarion holds onto him for a moment longer but then he's running out of excuses and he lets go, turning his attention back towards the competition. Or at least he seems to, but after a moment he remarks: ]
I imagine he'll have fun with you.
[ Raphael's attention is not finite, this is not a competition. And yet, it feels like it is. Wyll is young and impressionable and undeniably handsome. ]
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I imagine he'll have fun with you.
[ Raphael's attention is not finite, this is not a competition. And yet, it feels like it is. Wyll is young and impressionable and undeniably handsome. ]