[ Pushed back and told to beg, there's a clear moment where Iorveth considers raising his hackles: just the slightest twitch of his mouth as he rears away, a beat as his pride and rationality tell him not to reward this kind of behavior. The moment is, however, short-lived; it loses out to a different kind of obstinacy, one that he displays by breaking away altogether.
Sitting on the edge of the mattress, with no part of his body touching Astarion, Iorveth rights his posture. His hands sit on the bedsheets, palm down and behind his back. He won't lay a finger on Astarion if Astarion doesn't want it. ]
Astarion. [ It's a test of trust: if Astarion ridicules him for this, Iorveth will leave. ] I want to put my mouth on you.
[ Astarion isn't Henselt. Astarion isn't the faceless men who manacled him and beat him and told him to submit. Astarion held his face in his hands and told him that he intends to keep an elf with a ruined face, so: ] Please, [ Iorveth adds, to prove a point. Low and soft and entirely out of practice. ]
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Sitting on the edge of the mattress, with no part of his body touching Astarion, Iorveth rights his posture. His hands sit on the bedsheets, palm down and behind his back. He won't lay a finger on Astarion if Astarion doesn't want it. ]
Astarion. [ It's a test of trust: if Astarion ridicules him for this, Iorveth will leave. ] I want to put my mouth on you.
[ Astarion isn't Henselt. Astarion isn't the faceless men who manacled him and beat him and told him to submit. Astarion held his face in his hands and told him that he intends to keep an elf with a ruined face, so: ] Please, [ Iorveth adds, to prove a point. Low and soft and entirely out of practice. ]