[ A cat with a cat. Iorveth watches the brown-haired creature nestle against the proffered finger, turning her neck this way and that to get at a spot she particularly likes; far more interesting than Mamzell's offer, which sounds like "I can find a woman willing to step on you".
He's not sure whether to be offended or amused by that particular read of him, but ultimately settles on the latter. It's not like he can blame the woman for thinking a disfigured elf might like things that are a little on the weird side.
Dryly: ] I'll forgive the offense of assuming that we'd take separate partners, even if we were interested.
[ Honestly, the nerve. Mamzell seems not to be fazed by Iorveth's prickliness, however, which is likely attributable to years of dealing with belligerent drunks and difficult personalities; she only laughs at the clapback, mischief glittering in her heavily-lined eyes.
"Well! That only tempts me to recommend you my twins. They're very popular, especially with couples." Winking at Astarion: "A forbidden tryst between drow and elves. Think of how scintillatingly lurid it might be." ]
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He's not sure whether to be offended or amused by that particular read of him, but ultimately settles on the latter. It's not like he can blame the woman for thinking a disfigured elf might like things that are a little on the weird side.
Dryly: ] I'll forgive the offense of assuming that we'd take separate partners, even if we were interested.
[ Honestly, the nerve. Mamzell seems not to be fazed by Iorveth's prickliness, however, which is likely attributable to years of dealing with belligerent drunks and difficult personalities; she only laughs at the clapback, mischief glittering in her heavily-lined eyes.
"Well! That only tempts me to recommend you my twins. They're very popular, especially with couples." Winking at Astarion: "A forbidden tryst between drow and elves. Think of how scintillatingly lurid it might be." ]