[ It feels like a stupid skirmish to see who's being easier in this situation, him or Astarion, but Iorveth has to concede defeat once he sees that Look on Astarion's face; sincere or not, it's incredibly annoying (affectionate) how effective the big-eyed half-pout manages to be. Iorveth, proud elf of the north, brought to heel by a well-aimed "come here".
It should be more humiliating than it is. He plays at considering the pros and cons, lingering in his seat for half a second longer than necessary before getting up and making the brief journey around the table to take his rightful position next to Astarion.
Eyes from the other tables follow him; he can feel the other guests watching. Let them gawk. ]
If you wish it. [ And, because the spectators are persistent in their rubbernecking, he takes Astarion's hand and presses his lips to the back of it.
Under his breath: ] ...I can feel the others "seething with jealousy". [ To use Astarion's turn of phrase. ]
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It should be more humiliating than it is. He plays at considering the pros and cons, lingering in his seat for half a second longer than necessary before getting up and making the brief journey around the table to take his rightful position next to Astarion.
Eyes from the other tables follow him; he can feel the other guests watching. Let them gawk. ]
If you wish it. [ And, because the spectators are persistent in their rubbernecking, he takes Astarion's hand and presses his lips to the back of it.
Under his breath: ] ...I can feel the others "seething with jealousy". [ To use Astarion's turn of phrase. ]