[ It's bait. Iorveth looks at Astarion, his expression clearly conveying how stupid he finds all of this. The sentiment equates roughly to "I love you deeply and indescribably, but you are so dumb". ]
I wouldn't. [ Write it, he means. ] I see little point in speaking about something I could be doing myself.
[ His features soften, as he traces an idle finger down Astarion's nape. ]
You just want to hear me utter filth. [ Calling him out, officially. ] I could, but none of it would be about this mewling idiot and his brainless lover.
[ He leans in, and whispers a string of scandalous nonsense into Astarion's ear－ all in Aen Seidhe, of course. Iorveth's voice is better suited for it, making him sound softer, more musical; the syllables flow into each other, one continuous string of pleasant-sounding noise that is, in fact, utter filth. ]
no subject
I wouldn't. [ Write it, he means. ] I see little point in speaking about something I could be doing myself.
[ His features soften, as he traces an idle finger down Astarion's nape. ]
You just want to hear me utter filth. [ Calling him out, officially. ] I could, but none of it would be about this mewling idiot and his brainless lover.
[ He leans in, and whispers a string of scandalous nonsense into Astarion's ear－ all in Aen Seidhe, of course. Iorveth's voice is better suited for it, making him sound softer, more musical; the syllables flow into each other, one continuous string of pleasant-sounding noise that is, in fact, utter filth. ]