"Ah, darling, lend me a hand?" Astarion raised an eyebrow at his companion, looking at them over his shoulder. He had to admit, working with another wasn't nearly as... Insufferable as he had imagined. Perhaps not... Preferable.

But not insufferable.

Astarion was busy cleaning his dagger, legs crossed. Did he actually need help? No. But he was interested to see how his companion would respond.