[There's a grimace when it looks like Alistair is done with taking this seriously--and then there's an answer. The grimace softens, and is joined by an intrigued brow. He finally gives a nod.]
[ Alistair isn't sure what to do with good man, when it's coming from Nathaniel. Does that make approval better or worse? He doesn't know. But, like a dog's tail set off by a kind-sounding word, his mouth twitches before he can stop it. He covers it with his hand, rubbing and then pulling contemplatively at his bottom lip, like he's thinking hard. ]
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Good man. Make him give you a reckoning.
[A beat.]
Special blood, yes? Is that why Ashton...?
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Mm, no. It was definitely because she fancied me.
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Want to come talk to a blood mage with me and find out?
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But he doesn't. He only says, ] Well then. Let me know if you change your mind.