[ There's nothing Astarion finds plain about Iorveth, including his lovely cock—his girth isn't as impressive as Edgar the assassin's, but whose is?—but that, at least, he has the propriety not to say in front of Dolores. She might find public ass-grabbing sweet, but certainly even she has her limits. And, besides, he gets the feeling that Iorveth actually likes the old biddy, and furthermore that he might prefer she not hear about his cock.
So, Astarion only withdraws from Iorveth, hands slipping out from his pockets to snatch up one of Dolores's offered capes. A pretty cinnamon color, lined with a shiny, silky fabric and embroidered along the edges with gold, just as he'd requested. He throws it over one of Iorveth's shoulders, delighted. ]
Don't you look gallant? You could just sweep me off my feet.
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So, Astarion only withdraws from Iorveth, hands slipping out from his pockets to snatch up one of Dolores's offered capes. A pretty cinnamon color, lined with a shiny, silky fabric and embroidered along the edges with gold, just as he'd requested. He throws it over one of Iorveth's shoulders, delighted. ]
Don't you look gallant? You could just sweep me off my feet.