[ The change of conversation topic makes him perk up, sitting up straighter in his chair instead of the miserable and unflattering slumping he'd been doing. His shoulders relax into their natural slope, and he sets his glass down on the table, absentmindedly running his index along the rim. ]
Your coin is already my coin.
[ Very presumptuous, but not so presumptuous as to be untrue, he thinks. Iorveth may have his own coin purse in spirit, but Astarion has little doubt that he couldn't coax him into making a sizable donation to his own funds, should the need arise. ]
And I hate to say it, [ he starts, but by the tone of his voice he doesn't hate to say it at all, ] but your trinkets lack the, mm, flair I require in my belongings.
[ That is to say, anything Iorveth owns isn't nearly glitzy or shiny enough for his tastes. ]
What favor will I earn, if I win? [ And he plans to, since he has no qualms with cheating. He taps Iorveth's foot underneath the table playfully. ] You already pamper me.
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Your coin is already my coin.
[ Very presumptuous, but not so presumptuous as to be untrue, he thinks. Iorveth may have his own coin purse in spirit, but Astarion has little doubt that he couldn't coax him into making a sizable donation to his own funds, should the need arise. ]
And I hate to say it, [ he starts, but by the tone of his voice he doesn't hate to say it at all, ] but your trinkets lack the, mm, flair I require in my belongings.
[ That is to say, anything Iorveth owns isn't nearly glitzy or shiny enough for his tastes. ]
What favor will I earn, if I win? [ And he plans to, since he has no qualms with cheating. He taps Iorveth's foot underneath the table playfully. ] You already pamper me.