"Cats are like people, darling. The strays and the weirdos—" he gestures towards the unbothered specimen lounging at Daan's feet, "I could do without. The cats of quality, on the other hand, I could admire all day."
Evidently he does not believe their tag-along to be a 'cat of quality' — whatever that means. Anyway, he isn't going to let himself get too distracted by feline chatter when there's an experiment unfolding beneath his very nose. Daan's furry little friend inspects the bottle before reacting in what even Astarion has to admit is the correct manner: with bared teeth, a wrinkled nose, and a most distrustful hiss.
"At least it isn't lacking for common sense," he mutters disdainfully, before venturing a little closer to Daan and his work. Just one step, then another, soft as anything against the grass — ostensibly to watch him ponder over the tadpole, however he can't deny that some small part of it might be to do with the scent of his skin and all the hot, fresh blood beneath it.
... Dammit all. He's going to need to sneak out of camp tonight, isn't he.
Clearing his throat, Astarion lets an awkward silence hang between them before continuing on:
"Well? Any thoughts on our little parasites thus far?"
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Astarion just scoffs at the comment.
"Cats are like people, darling. The strays and the weirdos—" he gestures towards the unbothered specimen lounging at Daan's feet, "I could do without. The cats of quality, on the other hand, I could admire all day."
Evidently he does not believe their tag-along to be a 'cat of quality' — whatever that means. Anyway, he isn't going to let himself get too distracted by feline chatter when there's an experiment unfolding beneath his very nose. Daan's furry little friend inspects the bottle before reacting in what even Astarion has to admit is the correct manner: with bared teeth, a wrinkled nose, and a most distrustful hiss.
"At least it isn't lacking for common sense," he mutters disdainfully, before venturing a little closer to Daan and his work. Just one step, then another, soft as anything against the grass — ostensibly to watch him ponder over the tadpole, however he can't deny that some small part of it might be to do with the scent of his skin and all the hot, fresh blood beneath it.
... Dammit all. He's going to need to sneak out of camp tonight, isn't he.
Clearing his throat, Astarion lets an awkward silence hang between them before continuing on:
"Well? Any thoughts on our little parasites thus far?"