[ The whole thing leaves Astarion feeling a little dirty in a way he didn't expect. He can't even revel in Iorveth's sour attitude the way he wants to. He crosses his arms over his chest and glances in the direction that the Fist lumbered off in, frowning a little before turning his attention back to Iorveth. ]
Who knew you were so chivalrous?
[ There's probably some innuendo in there about how Iorveth's fingers are the only ones he's interested in, but he doesn't make it. At the moment, he doesn't really want to think about fingers going anywhere near him. It's stupid, really, because this time he led on some idiot of his own free will instead of being compelled to, but he still feels a little disgusted with himself.
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Who knew you were so chivalrous?
[ There's probably some innuendo in there about how Iorveth's fingers are the only ones he's interested in, but he doesn't make it. At the moment, he doesn't really want to think about fingers going anywhere near him. It's stupid, really, because this time he led on some idiot of his own free will instead of being compelled to, but he still feels a little disgusted with himself.
He looks Iorveth up and down, eyes questioning. ]
I hope you found what you were looking for.
[ At least that won't have been for nothing. ]