[ Astarion digs through the bag on Iorveth's shoulder until he finds the little lockpick they'd stolen from that room of ridiculously mundane items. Tool in hand, he approaches the gate, crouching down to eye level with the lock. It's a little rusted, and perhaps they could even try to break it if they had Karlach with them, but he doubts even their combined strength would be enough. Their talents lie elsewhere, of course.
As he fiddles with the lock, he says, ] I only thought you might enjoy a little roleplay, that's all.
[ He'd thought it might spice up Iorveth's life to pretend to be a sexy romantic lead in a trashy novel! Selfless of him, really. ]
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As he fiddles with the lock, he says, ] I only thought you might enjoy a little roleplay, that's all.
[ He'd thought it might spice up Iorveth's life to pretend to be a sexy romantic lead in a trashy novel! Selfless of him, really. ]