[ Astarion grins charmingly at Hyacinth as she delivers more goods to their table—an astute businesswoman, it seems—and is surprised when she grins back even more charmingly before flouncing away, a woman who's beautiful and knows how to wield it. He laughs a little under his breath as he slides the bowl of food over toward Iorveth, briefly wondering how offended the patrons would get if he tried to feed it to Iorveth. (Several people have already turned their chairs away from this display; Astarion thinks they're just jealous.)
It's an assortment of cheese and dried fruit, it looks like, arranged artfully. Appealing enough to look at, but still better suited for a living person to eat than a vampire. If only he could request blood on tap. He takes a sip of his unfortunately-not-blood before turning his attention back to Iorveth, eyebrow raised. ]
I'll consider it, [ he says, because promising the truth seems a rather daunting task for someone like him. In retaliation for earlier, he pinches Iorveth's cheek. ] But only because it's you.
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It's an assortment of cheese and dried fruit, it looks like, arranged artfully. Appealing enough to look at, but still better suited for a living person to eat than a vampire. If only he could request blood on tap. He takes a sip of his unfortunately-not-blood before turning his attention back to Iorveth, eyebrow raised. ]
I'll consider it, [ he says, because promising the truth seems a rather daunting task for someone like him. In retaliation for earlier, he pinches Iorveth's cheek. ] But only because it's you.