[ It's Astarion's turn to laugh now, because Iorveth is the only time in memory that he hasn't tried to 'do something' to someone. He'd attempted to, of course, but it irritatingly hadn't worked. He'd only begun to be charmed after Astarion had stopped trying; what a strange, ridiculous man, with strange, ridiculous tastes.
Of course, he doesn't say that. Instead, he strokes Iorveth's hair gently, the way he had done to the cat on his lap back at Dolores's place. Like an animal he's hesitant to scare off.
Lowly, he delivers this line: ] I'm a dangerous vampire who's ensnared you with my wiles, obviously.
[ Again, Iorveth is the only person who was entirely immune to said 'wiles'. An unimportant detail when it comes to dirty talk. ]
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Of course, he doesn't say that. Instead, he strokes Iorveth's hair gently, the way he had done to the cat on his lap back at Dolores's place. Like an animal he's hesitant to scare off.
Lowly, he delivers this line: ] I'm a dangerous vampire who's ensnared you with my wiles, obviously.
[ Again, Iorveth is the only person who was entirely immune to said 'wiles'. An unimportant detail when it comes to dirty talk. ]
Whatever will you do about it?