"My dear, you scared me." Ethemon watched with his own eyes as Astarion's abrasive, deep voice shifted into a syrupy, coquettish tone. The vampire spawn even leaned smoothly into Ethemon's embrace, brushing the soft strands of his hair against Ethemon's neck, sending a ticklish shiver down his spine.
Must be said, Astarion knew his advantages inside and out. He was just like the stray cats Ethemon remembered from his past: even when standing in an alleyway covered in blood, the mere whiff of some food would have them meowing incessantly right at your feet. Yet the moment they got the bite, they would turn hostile and dash off a mile away, not even letting you pet them.
Ethemon stroked Astarion's hair, then kneaded his pointed Elf ears. At least this one still let you touch him.
Chapter 62