[ Proof that Iorveth isn't touch-starved and only really enjoys contact with specific people: this. As used as he's gotten to Astarion being in his space, of being pulled and prodded by familiar hands, he still can't stand it from others; when one of the two tries to slap his back mid-merriment, he steps away with a subtle click of his tongue. An obvious "don't-touch-me" that gets lost in the two men's drunken haze.
Also proof that Astarion is the sole recipient of Iorveth's leniency: the way Iorveth's expression twists when he's called a tree-hugger, despite the fact that Astarion has said similar things without earning a full-blown grimace from Iorveth. Incidentally, it's only because Iorveth remembers the delight on Astarion's face pre-party that he doesn't immediately crush the human's foot with his heel and make him regret his words.
Cool, clipped: ] My kind have standards. [ He smiles, and the expression is unkind. Sneer-adjacent. Iorveth doubts the men notice; they're too drunk out of their mind to sense anything beyond the tips of their noses. ] Not to mention that they'd eat you alive.
[ It's a threat, though it's not taken as such. The men laugh again, and one of them sizes Iorveth up with obvious amusement: "bet you've done a lot of eating. How you lost your eye, no doubt!"
A joke about poking himself in the face with a penis, how amusing. Iorveth goes tight-lipped, but gentles when he sees Astarion sneaking around behind the pair. He raises a brow, conveying are you done? ]
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Also proof that Astarion is the sole recipient of Iorveth's leniency: the way Iorveth's expression twists when he's called a tree-hugger, despite the fact that Astarion has said similar things without earning a full-blown grimace from Iorveth. Incidentally, it's only because Iorveth remembers the delight on Astarion's face pre-party that he doesn't immediately crush the human's foot with his heel and make him regret his words.
Cool, clipped: ] My kind have standards. [ He smiles, and the expression is unkind. Sneer-adjacent. Iorveth doubts the men notice; they're too drunk out of their mind to sense anything beyond the tips of their noses. ] Not to mention that they'd eat you alive.
[ It's a threat, though it's not taken as such. The men laugh again, and one of them sizes Iorveth up with obvious amusement: "bet you've done a lot of eating. How you lost your eye, no doubt!"
A joke about poking himself in the face with a penis, how amusing. Iorveth goes tight-lipped, but gentles when he sees Astarion sneaking around behind the pair. He raises a brow, conveying are you done? ]