[ Iorveth does look like he'd like to murder someone, so the children can't be blamed for being frightened. Astarion still blames them anyway, baring his fangs at the ones who haven't yet dispersed and hissing to alarm them further. If nothing else, they can be scary together.
He can still feel the filth of that false seduction on his skin, and he's hesitant to touch Iorveth and dirty him with it, but after a moment he reaches out to place his hand lightly in the crook of Iorveth's elbow. ]
Don't pout.
[ Iorveth has probably never 'pouted' in his life. Scowled, yes. Glowered, definitely. Stared daggers, certainly. 'Pout' implies a sort of childish sullenness that Astarion possesses in spades and Iorveth is barren of. He still accuses him of it regardless.
Echoing Iorveth: ] You'll get wrinkles.
[ He couldn't care less if Iorveth became a wrinkly, shriveled-up old raisin of an elf. ]
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He can still feel the filth of that false seduction on his skin, and he's hesitant to touch Iorveth and dirty him with it, but after a moment he reaches out to place his hand lightly in the crook of Iorveth's elbow. ]
Don't pout.
[ Iorveth has probably never 'pouted' in his life. Scowled, yes. Glowered, definitely. Stared daggers, certainly. 'Pout' implies a sort of childish sullenness that Astarion possesses in spades and Iorveth is barren of. He still accuses him of it regardless.
Echoing Iorveth: ] You'll get wrinkles.
[ He couldn't care less if Iorveth became a wrinkly, shriveled-up old raisin of an elf. ]