I want to sit you on my knees and kiss you until you go limp.
[ Which, for the record, he doesn't think is lecherous; "grossly intimate" is probably how he'd describe it. Iorveth takes another handful of candied pecans and chews on them thoughtfully, purposely looking at the tavern's decor instead of the beautiful creature sitting opposite him. ]
But you've accused me both of going soft and not complaining enough. [ Airily, as he sips at his wine. ] Which is a challenge of sorts, I assume.
[ The dreaded course correcting. It's mostly just teasing― he would hardly be here, ready to get stupid drunk at Astarion's behest if he didn't want to indulge him― but he can pull Astarion's pigtails a bit. Lightly. Affectionately. ]
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I want to sit you on my knees and kiss you until you go limp.
[ Which, for the record, he doesn't think is lecherous; "grossly intimate" is probably how he'd describe it. Iorveth takes another handful of candied pecans and chews on them thoughtfully, purposely looking at the tavern's decor instead of the beautiful creature sitting opposite him. ]
But you've accused me both of going soft and not complaining enough. [ Airily, as he sips at his wine. ] Which is a challenge of sorts, I assume.
[ The dreaded course correcting. It's mostly just teasing― he would hardly be here, ready to get stupid drunk at Astarion's behest if he didn't want to indulge him― but he can pull Astarion's pigtails a bit. Lightly. Affectionately. ]