[ Sexier, Astarion says, when the truth of the matter is that Iorveth plays the least sexy version of the instrument: a recorder. That grand reveal is for another day, and Iorveth should rightfully get dunked on for how lame he is. The blowjob jokes will write themselves.
For now, though, Iorveth can sit in the (embarrassing) illusion that his flute-playing is cool, because he doesn't want to get in a fight about being laughed at for his stereotypical hobbies. ]
You see me as I am. What else would you know?
[ A flute-playing wood elf who loves as violently as he fights. What else is there? ]
I'll humor you. Any question you ask tonight, I'll answer.
[ For this, though, he definitely needs to be more drunk. The bottle that Hyacinth kindly left for them is uncorked, which means he can get to work right away on emptying it. ]
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For now, though, Iorveth can sit in the (embarrassing) illusion that his flute-playing is cool, because he doesn't want to get in a fight about being laughed at for his stereotypical hobbies. ]
You see me as I am. What else would you know?
[ A flute-playing wood elf who loves as violently as he fights. What else is there? ]
I'll humor you. Any question you ask tonight, I'll answer.
[ For this, though, he definitely needs to be more drunk. The bottle that Hyacinth kindly left for them is uncorked, which means he can get to work right away on emptying it. ]