[ Remove. The recruit looks like he can't believe his luck, which is not entirely becoming or suave of him, and replies with "eager, aren'tcha", without being aware of how eager he sounds.
"You minx," he says, which would usually be enough for Iorveth to find the sturdiest and heaviest bit of debris he can find to hurl at the human, but he also exercises restraint. Things, love, etc. Seething, Iorveth waits for the Fist to state that he's going back to the barracks to change, scowling even harder at how patronizing the request for Astarion to "stay put and be a good elf" is.
It's only once the clanging footsteps of the Fist fade into the distance that Iorveth pops out of the ruins of the workshop like a murderous gopher, his expression as dark as a stormcloud. He strides towards Astarion with purpose, and once he's within earshot: ]
He best not have put a finger on you.
[ If looks could kill. Iorveth stares at a patch of ground where he presumes the human must have been, and frowns even harder. ]
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"You minx," he says, which would usually be enough for Iorveth to find the sturdiest and heaviest bit of debris he can find to hurl at the human, but he also exercises restraint. Things, love, etc. Seething, Iorveth waits for the Fist to state that he's going back to the barracks to change, scowling even harder at how patronizing the request for Astarion to "stay put and be a good elf" is.
It's only once the clanging footsteps of the Fist fade into the distance that Iorveth pops out of the ruins of the workshop like a murderous gopher, his expression as dark as a stormcloud. He strides towards Astarion with purpose, and once he's within earshot: ]
He best not have put a finger on you.
[ If looks could kill. Iorveth stares at a patch of ground where he presumes the human must have been, and frowns even harder. ]