[ Still skeptical of "lovely", but not recoiling at the compliment outright. The resistance is no longer a matter of mistrusting Astarion or his so-called shallow praise, but a lingering reticence to acknowledge his appearance. Not uncomfortable by the prospect, per se, but out of practice.
A shame, that he can't distract himself with Astarion's reflection in the looking glass. Iorveth sets the thing back down onto Shadowheart's dresser after a quick dip of his head (an underwhelming reaction to being complimented, perhaps, but not an outright dismissal), and turns to Astarion to survey the barely-there damage to the very tips of soft silver bangs. ]
You trust me with a sharp object near your precious hair, do you.
[ Joking!!! Joking. Still, Iorveth can't resist taking the scissors from Astarion and snipping it threateningly in the air, lopping off an imaginary chunk of hair from that lovely head. ]
Stay still, lest I accidentally shave you bald.
[ The horror. It would be tragic if Iorveth got dumped right after sleeping with someone, but if anyone could make something like that happen, it would be Iorveth. ]
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A shame, that he can't distract himself with Astarion's reflection in the looking glass. Iorveth sets the thing back down onto Shadowheart's dresser after a quick dip of his head (an underwhelming reaction to being complimented, perhaps, but not an outright dismissal), and turns to Astarion to survey the barely-there damage to the very tips of soft silver bangs. ]
You trust me with a sharp object near your precious hair, do you.
[ Joking!!! Joking. Still, Iorveth can't resist taking the scissors from Astarion and snipping it threateningly in the air, lopping off an imaginary chunk of hair from that lovely head. ]
Stay still, lest I accidentally shave you bald.
[ The horror. It would be tragic if Iorveth got dumped right after sleeping with someone, but if anyone could make something like that happen, it would be Iorveth. ]