[ Admittedly, this is all a bit overwrought, but Iorveth doesn't particularly strike him as the type of person to read bodice rippers to begin with, so he's certainly more judgmental than Astarion, who's just juvenilely amused to read the word 'cock'. It's a bit difficult to lie back and relax to the sound of Iorveth describing how Nicholas and Edgar's tongues fight for dominance, though, when he keeps scoffing like that. Astarion shoots him a pointed glare, frowning. ]
I had no idea you were such a literary critic.
[ So what if Edger the assassin's cock is described as a 'dagger in Nicholas's sheath'? No one's ever gotten off to a well-written nonfiction about Elminster Aumar. (Probably.) ]
Go on. Tell me how you'd write it, then.
[ He settles back in the pillows, gaze expectant. It's an obvious ploy to make Iorveth say more pornographic things. ]
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I had no idea you were such a literary critic.
[ So what if Edger the assassin's cock is described as a 'dagger in Nicholas's sheath'? No one's ever gotten off to a well-written nonfiction about Elminster Aumar. (Probably.) ]
Go on. Tell me how you'd write it, then.
[ He settles back in the pillows, gaze expectant. It's an obvious ploy to make Iorveth say more pornographic things. ]