[ He has to stifle a snort when he's hit with the mental image (literally) of a knife-happy Astarion. It's wholly unnecessary, he thinks, and he tries to convey it with a subtle wave of one hand behind the half-orc's back, a "don't bother, just go"―
―but is interrupted when the half-orc in question tries to look over her shoulder. "Hey, is the other one leaving?"
Uh-oh. More distraction necessary. Iorveth would sooner chew on dirt than kiss anyone who isn't Astarion, but he feigns the barest outline of intent by tipping the woman's chin back towards himself and craning forward, just enough so that their noses almost touch. Aristocratic and straight-backed, as if he's used to getting his way. (A little bit of Nicholas, a little bit of Edgar.)
"I've never hated anything more," he murmurs in Aen Seidhe. Apparently, it sounds sufficiently sultry to the half-orc, who interprets it as a come-on. "You elves are insatiable," she laughs, and reaches around Iorveth to unceremoniously squeeze his ass with one broad palm.
Ah. The "don't bother" regarding Astarion and his desire to stab graduates to "maybe you could stab her a little". Iorveth's kneejerk reaction is to beam his own mental image of stabbing the half-orc directly to Astarion's tadpole. ]
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―but is interrupted when the half-orc in question tries to look over her shoulder. "Hey, is the other one leaving?"
Uh-oh. More distraction necessary. Iorveth would sooner chew on dirt than kiss anyone who isn't Astarion, but he feigns the barest outline of intent by tipping the woman's chin back towards himself and craning forward, just enough so that their noses almost touch. Aristocratic and straight-backed, as if he's used to getting his way. (A little bit of Nicholas, a little bit of Edgar.)
"I've never hated anything more," he murmurs in Aen Seidhe. Apparently, it sounds sufficiently sultry to the half-orc, who interprets it as a come-on. "You elves are insatiable," she laughs, and reaches around Iorveth to unceremoniously squeeze his ass with one broad palm.
Ah. The "don't bother" regarding Astarion and his desire to stab graduates to "maybe you could stab her a little". Iorveth's kneejerk reaction is to beam his own mental image of stabbing the half-orc directly to Astarion's tadpole. ]