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It wasn't an easy thing to do, to sneak up on Wesker. Not when his senses were so much higher than the average man. The water and scented soaps, he assumed, of a shower, had been the thing to cover the senses of Astarion's approach. The BOW--or vampire--was not unknown to him. Though it was a surprise that the other gifted creature had slipped his way into his apartment with such ease.
Security was not an issue, though apparently privacy was. An unexpected meeting, and Albert was hardly frightened by the other.
A soft sigh pressed past his lips, the lights to his room dim so he needn't wear his sunglasses to help shade them from such bright lights. An... unfortunate set back from the virus he carried. He supposed Astarion may not have expected Albert to walk nude from the bathroom to the lounge, where his clothes were sitting.
"It is common practice to knock upon one's door before being invited in, Astarion. Or have you forgotten what manners are?" He wrapped the towel around his hips, water still beading off his body.
