[ Ugh. Iorveth will always hate the sound of "two hundred years" in relation to what Astarion's had to endure, even if they're just talking about bad interior decoration. It serves as a reminder to fetch Gale at some point to Fireball the Szarr Palace at their nearest convenience. ]
Well, [ he offers as he leads Astarion away from Buff Ilmater and back on their path towards the front entrance, ] I'll not stop you from voicing your opinion of whatever you see tonight. Furniture and people alike.
[ A responsible man would tell his partner not to do anything that could ruin the night for others, but Iorveth is here on the basis that this party is for Astarion and Astarion only; if his most important person wants to cause trouble, well. All Iorveth will do is make sure no one puts their hands on Astarion for said trouble.
He reaches with his free hand to fix the gold cuff peeking out from silver hair, and traces the line of Astarion's jaw. ]
Enjoy yourself tonight. [ A touch of a smile in his voice, grounding a statement that might have sounded offhanded otherwise. ] I'll permit you your excesses.
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Well, [ he offers as he leads Astarion away from Buff Ilmater and back on their path towards the front entrance, ] I'll not stop you from voicing your opinion of whatever you see tonight. Furniture and people alike.
[ A responsible man would tell his partner not to do anything that could ruin the night for others, but Iorveth is here on the basis that this party is for Astarion and Astarion only; if his most important person wants to cause trouble, well. All Iorveth will do is make sure no one puts their hands on Astarion for said trouble.
He reaches with his free hand to fix the gold cuff peeking out from silver hair, and traces the line of Astarion's jaw. ]
Enjoy yourself tonight. [ A touch of a smile in his voice, grounding a statement that might have sounded offhanded otherwise. ] I'll permit you your excesses.