I'll admit I'm not an expert on courtship [ —more an expert on one-night stands that end in tears and blood, really— ] but I'm fairly certain you were supposed to feed me dinner first.
[ That's the way it goes, isn't it? At least, it is in all of the books he read during his captivity. A fancy dinner out on the town followed by a round (or two) of vigorous lovemaking. He'll never be able to take Iorveth out to an expensive meal without arousing suspicion around his own eating habits. He never cared before, but he never had anyone he would have wanted to share a meal with before, either. ]
But this sort of thing does whet the appetite.
[ Everything whets his unrelenting appetite, but that's neither here nor there. ]
How would you like me, darling? At your neck? At your wrist?
fskdkfsdl as if he has ever seen iorveth NOT deranged
[ That's the way it goes, isn't it? At least, it is in all of the books he read during his captivity. A fancy dinner out on the town followed by a round (or two) of vigorous lovemaking. He'll never be able to take Iorveth out to an expensive meal without arousing suspicion around his own eating habits. He never cared before, but he never had anyone he would have wanted to share a meal with before, either. ]
But this sort of thing does whet the appetite.
[ Everything whets his unrelenting appetite, but that's neither here nor there. ]
How would you like me, darling? At your neck? At your wrist?