[ Wyll Ravengard! Astarion had thought him a bland, virginal schoolboy, but perhaps there's more to him after all, if this is the sort of reading he does. Briefly, he wonders if he might be able to use this knowledge to torment him in some way, but his attention quickly wanders to Iorveth instead, who is very much not reading this sensually. He's snorting! That isn't sensual at all.
Astarion snaps his fingers, ever the spoiled brat. ]
I requested sensuality.
[ He leans over to glance at the book himself. In truth, he's really only scanning the pages for the words 'cock', 'prick', or 'velvet-wrapped steel'. He's here for the action. ]
Why don't you ever tear my shirt off to expose the creamy skin of my chest?
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Astarion snaps his fingers, ever the spoiled brat. ]
I requested sensuality.
[ He leans over to glance at the book himself. In truth, he's really only scanning the pages for the words 'cock', 'prick', or 'velvet-wrapped steel'. He's here for the action. ]
Why don't you ever tear my shirt off to expose the creamy skin of my chest?
[ Well. Less creamy, more sallow. ]