Mmm, [ says Astarion, grinning from ear to ear. ] You look positively delicious, my dear.
[ And he does! Iorveth so rarely wears clothing that actually fits and wasn't just tugged off of some unfortunate dead human. This, though, was made with Iorveth's long, lean physique in mind, and the difference is stark. He's never going to let Iorveth wear something frumpy again; it's a crime against Astarion to give him something like this and then take it away.
"Very handsome," Dolores agrees, pinning the waist a little narrower. "If I were twenty years younger— oh." She squeaks, like she didn't realize she was saying that part out loud.
Astarion takes the opportunity to pluck the trousers from her shoulder, holding them out for Iorveth to take. The dark, warm leather is a complement to Iorveth's eyepatch, and the fabric feels soft to the touch. ]
Go on, don't be shy. Dolores doesn't mind seeing you pantsless, I'm sure.
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[ And he does! Iorveth so rarely wears clothing that actually fits and wasn't just tugged off of some unfortunate dead human. This, though, was made with Iorveth's long, lean physique in mind, and the difference is stark. He's never going to let Iorveth wear something frumpy again; it's a crime against Astarion to give him something like this and then take it away.
"Very handsome," Dolores agrees, pinning the waist a little narrower. "If I were twenty years younger— oh." She squeaks, like she didn't realize she was saying that part out loud.
Astarion takes the opportunity to pluck the trousers from her shoulder, holding them out for Iorveth to take. The dark, warm leather is a complement to Iorveth's eyepatch, and the fabric feels soft to the touch. ]
Go on, don't be shy. Dolores doesn't mind seeing you pantsless, I'm sure.