Ellis has, after all, seen Astarion’s scars. Somewhere inside the skull of a fighter lies the knowledge that the elf has had— by almost any standards— more than a handful of unpleasant nights. More than most, in fact.
So it’s either a clumsy conversational shift, or...
“...you don’t want to know. Or, I suppose I should say that if you do want to know, you’re a glutton for punishment.”
But as they say, one good turn deserves another:
“Call me curious. What do you have a taste for these days?”
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Ellis has, after all, seen Astarion’s scars. Somewhere inside the skull of a fighter lies the knowledge that the elf has had— by almost any standards— more than a handful of unpleasant nights. More than most, in fact.
So it’s either a clumsy conversational shift, or...
“...you don’t want to know. Or, I suppose I should say that if you do want to know, you’re a glutton for punishment.”
But as they say, one good turn deserves another:
“Call me curious. What do you have a taste for these days?”