[ Truthfully, Astarion couldn't care less about his form. His aim is good enough to hit people, which is what really matters. If it means Iorveth will spend time with him and touch him all over to correct him, though, he doesn't mind being educated. (Whether he'd actually pay attention is a different story, though.)
He laughs into the glass of wine he's still nursing, eyes crinkling in amusement, although he'd be terribly offended if Iorveth said anything about his laugh lines. ]
The flute? [ Playfully: ] Gods, and here I didn't think you could get sexier.
[ A tease, because the flute is, well, not the sexiest instrument. Still, he imagines he could find a way to be attracted to it as long as it's Iorveth doing the playing. ]
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He laughs into the glass of wine he's still nursing, eyes crinkling in amusement, although he'd be terribly offended if Iorveth said anything about his laugh lines. ]
The flute? [ Playfully: ] Gods, and here I didn't think you could get sexier.
[ A tease, because the flute is, well, not the sexiest instrument. Still, he imagines he could find a way to be attracted to it as long as it's Iorveth doing the playing. ]
What else don't I know about you?