[ Iorveth is allowed to say that Astarion will get wrinkles, because Astarion won't: an undead vampire, forever youthful, etc. Iorveth, on the other hand, will age the way Aen Seidhe do, which is to say that he'll get crow's feet and look approximately 40-something in human age until he kicks it.
He doesn't want to think about that right now, so he shoves that thought to the back of his overoccupied mind and pieces together an appropriate response that addresses his sour mood. ]
He disrespected you, [ is what he ultimately settles on, nose turned up and expression brittle. ] You hardly need me to fight for your honor, but it rankles regardless.
[ It would be absurd to fly off the handle every time someone thinks to flirt with Astarion, and it's not like Iorveth will. But this is all very new, and Iorveth knows that he doesn't do well when people tread barefoot over things that are important to him; he's never been particularly good at not getting involved. ]
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He doesn't want to think about that right now, so he shoves that thought to the back of his overoccupied mind and pieces together an appropriate response that addresses his sour mood. ]
He disrespected you, [ is what he ultimately settles on, nose turned up and expression brittle. ] You hardly need me to fight for your honor, but it rankles regardless.
[ It would be absurd to fly off the handle every time someone thinks to flirt with Astarion, and it's not like Iorveth will. But this is all very new, and Iorveth knows that he doesn't do well when people tread barefoot over things that are important to him; he's never been particularly good at not getting involved. ]
A selfish irritation. It'll pass.