[ A mulled, full-bodied wine. Iorveth is going to have so many regrets in the morning, but he takes both glasses anyway (number one stupid decision of the night, and that's saying a lot considering they've killed someone today), raising a brow as he notes how far the lady of the house's dress cuts down, even in the back.
She doesn't miss the reaction, and her laugh twinkles over the soft drone of the other conversations taking place in the room. "Very. Do call me over again if you want more."
Teasing, she flicks one perfectly-manicured finger under Iorveth's chin before swishing back to her station with a satisfied hum. Iorveth, in turn, frowns at the gesture, and shakes his head the way a dog might after getting sprayed in the face with water. ]
Gods, I need the drink. [ He thought this before at the auction, but he really isn't drunk enough to be dealing with any of these strangers. Reaching for one of his drinks, he clinks the edge of his glass against Astarion's with unceremonious pragmatism. ] A toast to my dwindling sanity, I suppose.
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She doesn't miss the reaction, and her laugh twinkles over the soft drone of the other conversations taking place in the room. "Very. Do call me over again if you want more."
Teasing, she flicks one perfectly-manicured finger under Iorveth's chin before swishing back to her station with a satisfied hum. Iorveth, in turn, frowns at the gesture, and shakes his head the way a dog might after getting sprayed in the face with water. ]
Gods, I need the drink. [ He thought this before at the auction, but he really isn't drunk enough to be dealing with any of these strangers. Reaching for one of his drinks, he clinks the edge of his glass against Astarion's with unceremonious pragmatism. ] A toast to my dwindling sanity, I suppose.