[There is a pause, and Astarion can fill in the blanks for what kind of emotions are currently fighting their way across Leto's expression. Indigence, certainly. Embarrassment, assuredly. Petulance and exasperation: a lover sighing in irritation over his mate's less than desirable traits. Some people cope with muddy shoes kept on indoors, or an unmade bed— but oh, isn't Leto special, for his heart and soul has a tendency to enjoy harmless bits of humiliation.
(It is practical, too. That's what makes it all the worse.
And that joke is funny, too, which makes it even more worse, for Astarion oughtn't be allowed to make the kind of childish, stupid sex jokes that Leto loves when he's being so rude).]
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(It is practical, too. That's what makes it all the worse.
And that joke is funny, too, which makes it even more worse, for Astarion oughtn't be allowed to make the kind of childish, stupid sex jokes that Leto loves when he's being so rude).]