[ Lucky him. There's a nearly endless parade of all the things he wants to know marching through his head: did Iorveth love that other man? What does the future hold for them? Does Iorveth really think he looks bad in green?
He's hesitant to ask those, though, because he's afraid the answers won't be to his liking. Instead, a softball: ]
Among our friends, who would you, ah, nock your arrow in?
[ Astarion raises his eyebrows, impish, then suddenly— ]
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[ Lucky him. There's a nearly endless parade of all the things he wants to know marching through his head: did Iorveth love that other man? What does the future hold for them? Does Iorveth really think he looks bad in green?
He's hesitant to ask those, though, because he's afraid the answers won't be to his liking. Instead, a softball: ]
Among our friends, who would you, ah, nock your arrow in?
[ Astarion raises his eyebrows, impish, then suddenly— ]
Ugh, don't say Halsin.