[ 'I know you like those,' Iorveth says, and Astarion should want to roll his eyes. They're words. Everyone likes them, when they're pretty. But the way Iorveth says it sounds so genuine, like he's really considering what Astarion likes, and no one has ever done that for him before. It's small and stupid, but it means something.
He smiles, eyes gone soft and fond, and doesn't even mention that the reason the man is gawking could very well be because he and Iorveth are acting entirely inappropriate in public. Besides, he'd hate for Iorveth to stop when he'd really rather him get more inappropriate.
Instead, he tucks a strand of hair behind Iorveth's pointy ear. ]
And how would one worship you, if they were so inclined?
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He smiles, eyes gone soft and fond, and doesn't even mention that the reason the man is gawking could very well be because he and Iorveth are acting entirely inappropriate in public. Besides, he'd hate for Iorveth to stop when he'd really rather him get more inappropriate.
Instead, he tucks a strand of hair behind Iorveth's pointy ear. ]
And how would one worship you, if they were so inclined?