Ugh, you know Gale. The mind does tend to wander to scintillating topics when you're lonely. Clearly, he's imagining things.
[ He brings a hand up beside his head, circling a finger around in the universal sign for crazy. In all honesty, he doesn't care that Gale gossiped about what they did; he'd do it again in a (nonexistent) heartbeat. He'll throw Gale to the wolves before he ever lets Lae'zel revoke his Iorveth-cuddling privileges, though.
It's entirely practical, that's all. It gets cold at night, and he needs a warm body to stay comfortable. ]
Don't get your, ah, surprisingly scanty undies in a twist, [ he tells Lae'zel, to which she scowls even further. ] We did your little task.
[ Iorveth did it while Astarion stood around, but he takes half the credit anyway. ]
no subject
[ He brings a hand up beside his head, circling a finger around in the universal sign for crazy. In all honesty, he doesn't care that Gale gossiped about what they did; he'd do it again in a (nonexistent) heartbeat. He'll throw Gale to the wolves before he ever lets Lae'zel revoke his Iorveth-cuddling privileges, though.
It's entirely practical, that's all. It gets cold at night, and he needs a warm body to stay comfortable. ]
Don't get your, ah, surprisingly scanty undies in a twist, [ he tells Lae'zel, to which she scowls even further. ] We did your little task.
[ Iorveth did it while Astarion stood around, but he takes half the credit anyway. ]
Go on, Iorveth. Tell her.