[ He does love to watch Iorveth squirm, the warm glow of satisfaction blooming in his chest as he watches that faint redness dust Iorveth's face. How strange, to be made happy by someone else's happiness, to care what they're feeling. Astarion still hasn't gotten used to it. For centuries, caring for someone else was a weakness. Sitting here now, with their legs tangled under the table, watching Iorveth blush like a schoolboy, it feels more like a drug. ]
Entirely tempting, [ he croons. His eyes flicker to the human sleeping away his sorrow at his failed proposal, and he wrinkles his nose. ] But I don't care much for the audience.
[ He reaches for Iorveth's losing cards, adding them back to the deck and performing a flourish, springing the cards from one hand to another. Showing off, looking to impress. ]
Another round?
[ Jocular, like he didn't just admit to cheating. ]
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Entirely tempting, [ he croons. His eyes flicker to the human sleeping away his sorrow at his failed proposal, and he wrinkles his nose. ] But I don't care much for the audience.
[ He reaches for Iorveth's losing cards, adding them back to the deck and performing a flourish, springing the cards from one hand to another. Showing off, looking to impress. ]
Another round?
[ Jocular, like he didn't just admit to cheating. ]