[ Iorveth takes being told not to do something surprisingly well, Astarion notes, although he doesn't dare say so out loud lest Iorveth realize how ridiculously whipped he's acting and course correct. Astarion would hate nothing more. ]
Ugh, how awful, [ he moans melodramatically, as if he could give two shits about public displays of affection. He'd tangle tongues with Iorveth in front of even Withers, if he felt the need. Hedonism, Iorveth would probably call it, but that's only because he's accustomed to a harsher lifestyle. It isn't his problem if someone else gets offended by his affection.
(Of course, he doesn't extend that same grace to others. Anyone else showing affection in public is gross!)
The Elfsong stands tall in the distance, and as he pulls Iorveth along toward it, he adds, ] I suppose it's all right if you'd like to fight a little, just as long as you don't get too injured. [ A little bit injured would be appealing, actually. ] As long as you're still in a state to engage in vigorous physical activity.
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Ugh, how awful, [ he moans melodramatically, as if he could give two shits about public displays of affection. He'd tangle tongues with Iorveth in front of even Withers, if he felt the need. Hedonism, Iorveth would probably call it, but that's only because he's accustomed to a harsher lifestyle. It isn't his problem if someone else gets offended by his affection.
(Of course, he doesn't extend that same grace to others. Anyone else showing affection in public is gross!)
The Elfsong stands tall in the distance, and as he pulls Iorveth along toward it, he adds, ] I suppose it's all right if you'd like to fight a little, just as long as you don't get too injured. [ A little bit injured would be appealing, actually. ] As long as you're still in a state to engage in vigorous physical activity.