[ Cute, he thinks, instead of being offended by Astarion's terrible pronunciation. Let him be wrong, if he's going to be endearing about it. ]
Jealous of who? You, for keeping a strange foreigner, or me, for being kept by you?
[ Likely the latter. Iorveth chuckles under his breath, listing sideways to rest his head against Astarion's shoulder, amused by how own choice of words. He'd already expressed his disdain for the concept of being anyone's trophy elf, but he wouldn't mind playing at it for one night if it pleases Astarion to indulge in a bit of theater.
(It's actually being confined to the prison of Cazador's palace that would've made Iorveth resent Astarion― this, he's still sure of.) ]
I expect you'd enjoy it if I answered every idiot who approached me with "don't speak to me, I'm his."
[ His, meaning Astarion's. Another half-laugh as Iorveth imagines two mean elves making a fool of everyone else in whatever soiree they show up uninvited in. ]
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Jealous of who? You, for keeping a strange foreigner, or me, for being kept by you?
[ Likely the latter. Iorveth chuckles under his breath, listing sideways to rest his head against Astarion's shoulder, amused by how own choice of words. He'd already expressed his disdain for the concept of being anyone's trophy elf, but he wouldn't mind playing at it for one night if it pleases Astarion to indulge in a bit of theater.
(It's actually being confined to the prison of Cazador's palace that would've made Iorveth resent Astarion― this, he's still sure of.) ]
I expect you'd enjoy it if I answered every idiot who approached me with "don't speak to me, I'm his."
[ His, meaning Astarion's. Another half-laugh as Iorveth imagines two mean elves making a fool of everyone else in whatever soiree they show up uninvited in. ]