The familiar, syrupy-sweet tone hit just the right note.
Ethemon amusedly pinned down the creature who looked suspiciously intoxicated by blood. "Why didn't you tag along for the celebration? After all, we're all heroes who saved the grove."
"Heroes?" Pinned in place, Astarion discontentedly gnashed his teeth against Ethemon's hand. "I've never considered myself a hero, and I certainly don't want to go to a party where a bunch of people chase after you to toast drinks—that is not a pleasant experience." He wrinkled his nose in disgust, matching his drunken state with something almost childlike.
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