[ No, he doesn't imagine Iorveth would be very good at playing house, even for pretend. He's a wild, undomesticated animal that belongs in the forest, hunting and scavenging. The polar opposite of soft, indoor cat Astarion, although he has to question his own ability to play house, too. He lost whatever remnants of normalcy existed in him a long time ago, and he might lose even more soon. It won't matter how much he longs for a glamorous life in a castle if he's relegated to skulking in the shadows again.
A sigh escapes him at that thought, but he doesn't linger on it. Perhaps he doesn't even have to worry about such things, and the tadpole will continue to grace him with its powers even after the Netherbrain is gone. That's the state of denial he'd prefer to live in, anyway.
After a moment: ] Rubies would flatter me, I think.
[ Spoiled. ]
But perhaps blood red is a little too on the nose. I'd hate to be a cliche.
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A sigh escapes him at that thought, but he doesn't linger on it. Perhaps he doesn't even have to worry about such things, and the tadpole will continue to grace him with its powers even after the Netherbrain is gone. That's the state of denial he'd prefer to live in, anyway.
After a moment: ] Rubies would flatter me, I think.
[ Spoiled. ]
But perhaps blood red is a little too on the nose. I'd hate to be a cliche.