[ So good of her to piece together the conked-out dwarves and the picked padlock and come to the only logical conclusion: these two elves should not be making out in the room full of incredibly precious belongings. Iorveth frowns mid-kiss, his hand still cupped around Astarion's cheek, and makes a snap judgment－
－which is to pretend that he doesn't speak Common. He's used this tactic before in the past, and it usually helps buy him some time while the other party struggles through futile attempts to communicate. (He always wonders why they bother, but it's funny regardless.)
Sternly, he rattles off a few statements in his native language. Not even bothering to say anything relevant, really. "Nothing ever goes the way we want them to", essentially. The half-orc squints, having cautiously made her way towards the duo, her hands lifted as if she's approaching two wild animals in the middle of a forest.
"Uhh." Not a single employee in this mansion is being paid enough to deal with Iorveth. Iorveth is aware of this, as he watches the half-orc gesture back and forth between herself and him. "Speak... Common? Gods, you're not supposed to be down here."
Iorveth feigns ignorance, and imperiously delivers another statement in Aen Seidhe before planting another kiss to Astarion's jaw. The half-orc throws up her hands.
"Ohhhh Gods! Take the side job, they said! Being a flautist doesn't make coin, they said!" ]
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－which is to pretend that he doesn't speak Common. He's used this tactic before in the past, and it usually helps buy him some time while the other party struggles through futile attempts to communicate. (He always wonders why they bother, but it's funny regardless.)
Sternly, he rattles off a few statements in his native language. Not even bothering to say anything relevant, really. "Nothing ever goes the way we want them to", essentially. The half-orc squints, having cautiously made her way towards the duo, her hands lifted as if she's approaching two wild animals in the middle of a forest.
"Uhh." Not a single employee in this mansion is being paid enough to deal with Iorveth. Iorveth is aware of this, as he watches the half-orc gesture back and forth between herself and him. "Speak... Common? Gods, you're not supposed to be down here."
Iorveth feigns ignorance, and imperiously delivers another statement in Aen Seidhe before planting another kiss to Astarion's jaw. The half-orc throws up her hands.
"Ohhhh Gods! Take the side job, they said! Being a flautist doesn't make coin, they said!" ]