[ The action starts a few pages after the description of Nicholas (a ginger with emerald orbs for eyes, apparently) getting his shirt ripped off, so Astarion will have to put up with the flowery foreplay and content himself with the passing mention of Edgar the assassin's "impossible girth" pressing up along Nicholas' "trembling thigh".
To the question of why Iorveth doesn't act deranged (well): ]
You'd whine and moan about me ruining your clothes.
[ Tell him he's wrong, he won't buy it. He flips to the next passage to scan over what passes for dialogue in this story, and actually laughs out loud as he recites: ]
"If only your subjects knew how much you hunger for my prick." [ Iorveth has abandoned the "sensual" part of this endeavor entirely. ] I wonder if this is what our Blade of Frontiers fantasized about when he was still a tender Dukeling.
[ Somewhat likely. Palace politics― or whatever the adjacent is here, in Baldur's Gate― seems extremely tiresome. An assassin with an impressive cock might be the only way to make anything between the cloisters of fortified walls feel exciting. ]
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To the question of why Iorveth doesn't act deranged (well): ]
You'd whine and moan about me ruining your clothes.
[ Tell him he's wrong, he won't buy it. He flips to the next passage to scan over what passes for dialogue in this story, and actually laughs out loud as he recites: ]
"If only your subjects knew how much you hunger for my prick." [ Iorveth has abandoned the "sensual" part of this endeavor entirely. ] I wonder if this is what our Blade of Frontiers fantasized about when he was still a tender Dukeling.
[ Somewhat likely. Palace politics― or whatever the adjacent is here, in Baldur's Gate― seems extremely tiresome. An assassin with an impressive cock might be the only way to make anything between the cloisters of fortified walls feel exciting. ]