[ Prove disastrous, that is. For Iorveth, at least. For Astarion, there's nothing better than watching Iorveth's IQ drop by the second. He'd enjoyed it even the first time that he'd egged Iorveth on to the point of drunkenness; Iorveth had been complimentary, sort of, and he'd entered himself in a fight, and he'd had fun, Astarion thinks. It had been the first time he'd felt Iorveth let his guard down a little, the first time he'd ever felt like maybe Iorveth liked rather than begrudgingly tolerated his presence. ]
Why else do you think I want to do it?
[ Hands occupied with Iorveth's, he opens the gate with a nudge of his foot before stepping backwards through it and tugging Iorveth along with him. Finally, out of this fancy house with its awful, irritating—if admittedly well-dressed—inhabitants. ]
As far as the disasters in our futures go, I find this one most appealing.
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[ Prove disastrous, that is. For Iorveth, at least. For Astarion, there's nothing better than watching Iorveth's IQ drop by the second. He'd enjoyed it even the first time that he'd egged Iorveth on to the point of drunkenness; Iorveth had been complimentary, sort of, and he'd entered himself in a fight, and he'd had fun, Astarion thinks. It had been the first time he'd felt Iorveth let his guard down a little, the first time he'd ever felt like maybe Iorveth liked rather than begrudgingly tolerated his presence. ]
Why else do you think I want to do it?
[ Hands occupied with Iorveth's, he opens the gate with a nudge of his foot before stepping backwards through it and tugging Iorveth along with him. Finally, out of this fancy house with its awful, irritating—if admittedly well-dressed—inhabitants. ]
As far as the disasters in our futures go, I find this one most appealing.