[ Iorveth is counting on the half-orc's reticence to spark a potential international incident because she antagonized a foreigner, and he should really focus on that instead of being enamored by Astarion's horrible pronunciation. "I like you," he corrects after a touch of a smile, and finally gets up off of the divan to approach the half-orc with entirely unwarranted confidence.
He looks her up and down; he earns the same level of scrutiny from her. "What?", is a valid question she tosses his way, keeping her hands raised as if she really doesn't want to start anything that might get her in trouble. "Listen, I know you don't understand, but I'm gonna be in so much trouble if anyone found out you were down here."
As soon as she stops talking, Iorveth presses an index finger to her mouth to hush her; she seems surprised by the gesture, breathing an oh as Iorveth draws close, as if she's being approached by a wild animal.
Meanwhile, he pushes against Astarion's tapole with his own, trying to convey "I'll distract her" through the psychic connection. His second attempt of the night, one that will hopefully be a bit more successful. ]
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He looks her up and down; he earns the same level of scrutiny from her. "What?", is a valid question she tosses his way, keeping her hands raised as if she really doesn't want to start anything that might get her in trouble. "Listen, I know you don't understand, but I'm gonna be in so much trouble if anyone found out you were down here."
As soon as she stops talking, Iorveth presses an index finger to her mouth to hush her; she seems surprised by the gesture, breathing an oh as Iorveth draws close, as if she's being approached by a wild animal.
Meanwhile, he pushes against Astarion's tapole with his own, trying to convey "I'll distract her" through the psychic connection. His second attempt of the night, one that will hopefully be a bit more successful. ]