[ A hum in consideration, before he flips his cards. Iorveth can think of a few things he might ask Astarion to do, but he finally settles on: ]
For me: some time with you for the purpose of improving your skills in archery. You have good aim, but there's room for improvement.
[ Not an essential tool to add to Astarion's already-expansive kit, but one that Iorveth would like to polish for the sake of it. Astarion already handles knives and crossbows with deft proficiency, and probably wouldn't choose a cumbersome longbow over close-combat convenience, but still. It seems a shame not to at least correct his posture when he holds one.
More wine gets added to Iorveth's system. Someone should stop him; it's still lunchtime. ]
And you? [ Iorveth considers his first favor fulfilled already, since Astarion just made him, ugh, blush. There's no doubt in his mind that he must've looked stupid, unseemly. ]
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For me: some time with you for the purpose of improving your skills in archery. You have good aim, but there's room for improvement.
[ Not an essential tool to add to Astarion's already-expansive kit, but one that Iorveth would like to polish for the sake of it. Astarion already handles knives and crossbows with deft proficiency, and probably wouldn't choose a cumbersome longbow over close-combat convenience, but still. It seems a shame not to at least correct his posture when he holds one.
More wine gets added to Iorveth's system. Someone should stop him; it's still lunchtime. ]
And you? [ Iorveth considers his first favor fulfilled already, since Astarion just made him, ugh, blush. There's no doubt in his mind that he must've looked stupid, unseemly. ]