[ Astarion gives the bloodied corpse of their poor interloper a kick with the toe of his boot, sullen and pouting. He didn't like watching that one bit. The image of someone's grimy hands all over Iorveth brings to mind all the times he had someone's grimy hands all over him, and it makes him full-body shudder in disgust.
He lets Iorveth tangle their fingers together, frown deepening into something petulant and disappointed. On one hand, getting out of here does sound like a good idea. On the other— ]
You haven't even gotten embarrassingly drunk yet.
[ What was all of this for if not to see Iorveth in pretty clothes, swaying back and forth like a sailor on the high seas? ]
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He lets Iorveth tangle their fingers together, frown deepening into something petulant and disappointed. On one hand, getting out of here does sound like a good idea. On the other— ]
You haven't even gotten embarrassingly drunk yet.
[ What was all of this for if not to see Iorveth in pretty clothes, swaying back and forth like a sailor on the high seas? ]