[ Astarion is really too easy, because he grins the instant that Iorveth suggests he wants to be near him. He wants to be near Iorveth, too, all the time, and it's pathetic and humiliating and awful, so it feels good to hear that he isn't alone in that desire, even if only for a moment.
Tempering his happiness: ] I'm not sure I've ever done anything sweetly.
[ He isn't a sweet person, no matter how much Iorveth might like to say otherwise. He's selfish and mean and every other unpleasant synonym in the dictionary.
It does make him feel all tingly to be called 'milord', though, so he throws Iorveth a bone. ]
—Iorveth. [ A pleading look. ] Darling. [ He pats the seat beside him. ] Do come over here.
[ Not particularly sweet, and not even really asking, but an effort was made. ]
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Tempering his happiness: ] I'm not sure I've ever done anything sweetly.
[ He isn't a sweet person, no matter how much Iorveth might like to say otherwise. He's selfish and mean and every other unpleasant synonym in the dictionary.
It does make him feel all tingly to be called 'milord', though, so he throws Iorveth a bone. ]
—Iorveth. [ A pleading look. ] Darling. [ He pats the seat beside him. ] Do come over here.
[ Not particularly sweet, and not even really asking, but an effort was made. ]