♡ (Not that he doesn't already know >:D)
The deviousness in Jarlaxle’s smile suggests that he knows something that others don’t, but since such is always true of the crafty drow anyway, one would be hard pressed to guess what he’s secretly delighting in at this particular moment. “Ah, Sand, Sand, Sand... as fine a wizard as they come, one whom takes pleasure in the usual scholarly pursuits that his berobed brethren actively seek out. Don’t let his cerebral character mislead you however, for he’s as experimental in bed as he is in his alchemical laboratory! Although some have called him cowardly, I believe that my dear Sand is anything but, for his proclivity towards being bound and left at his lover’s mercy speaks of an inner confidence not possessed by many! I suppose one foolhardy enough could also have the same tastes, but Sand is anything but foolish, that is, when he has his wits about him!”
Chuckling to himself, the drow adds, “I, for one, shall never understand his absolute terror of feathers.”
