[ Regrouping next to Shadowheart with her chin tipped up in appraisal (wondering why these elves are so tall): "Astarion seems well enough. He could go purchase more healing potions for the group."
Still trying to punish them for interrupting her kissing session, Iorveth thinks. It's really too bad for Lae'zel that he thinks she should have a taste of her own medicine― instead of being reasonable or nice, Iorveth reaches for Astarion's arm and loops it around his waist. ]
He could, [ Iorveth concedes. Astarion is perfectly capable of running errands if he wishes to do so. But also: ] Or you lot could leave us here and find a different room to fuck in.
[ Diplomacy! Very pragmatic, too, in Iorveth's opinion. He wouldn't mind if they did whatever they'd wanted to do while they were still in the room― he's no prude― but he'd rather not have to talk over their moaning.
Lae'zel looks like she might unsheathe her sword and decapitate him. Threatening him with a good time, truly. ]
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Still trying to punish them for interrupting her kissing session, Iorveth thinks. It's really too bad for Lae'zel that he thinks she should have a taste of her own medicine― instead of being reasonable or nice, Iorveth reaches for Astarion's arm and loops it around his waist. ]
He could, [ Iorveth concedes. Astarion is perfectly capable of running errands if he wishes to do so. But also: ] Or you lot could leave us here and find a different room to fuck in.
[ Diplomacy! Very pragmatic, too, in Iorveth's opinion. He wouldn't mind if they did whatever they'd wanted to do while they were still in the room― he's no prude― but he'd rather not have to talk over their moaning.
Lae'zel looks like she might unsheathe her sword and decapitate him. Threatening him with a good time, truly. ]