[ Iorveth leans back, and when that doesn't provide a suitable-enough vantage point for him, he gets up off of the bed and takes a few steps back. ]
You two make a pretty picture.
[ Not a single mangy creature in the room. The cat flicks its tail, brushing it against Astarion's forearm. ]
I'll make a wood elf of you yet.
[ A joke. Aen Seidhe aren't followers of Silvanus, and the vast majority of them don't spend time Wild Shaping and living with animals; they just know how to coexist with nature better than most. Still, it's nice to watch how the cat nestles in Astarion's lap, perhaps not entirely comfortable with the undead man it's using as a cushion, but comfortable enough to trust him with its nap.
That's enough bullying, though. Iorveth gravitates back to Astarion, and raises a smug brow as if to say "well? do you want me to take the cat off your hands or not?" ]
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You two make a pretty picture.
[ Not a single mangy creature in the room. The cat flicks its tail, brushing it against Astarion's forearm. ]
I'll make a wood elf of you yet.
[ A joke. Aen Seidhe aren't followers of Silvanus, and the vast majority of them don't spend time Wild Shaping and living with animals; they just know how to coexist with nature better than most. Still, it's nice to watch how the cat nestles in Astarion's lap, perhaps not entirely comfortable with the undead man it's using as a cushion, but comfortable enough to trust him with its nap.
That's enough bullying, though. Iorveth gravitates back to Astarion, and raises a smug brow as if to say "well? do you want me to take the cat off your hands or not?" ]