Oh. Iorveth feels Astarion slink away, every bit like a cat that's grown tired of being held, and looks.
Stunned? Taken aback. A little annoyed. One hand twitches, slides over the table. ]
...You're fishing.
[ "You want me to tell you to stay close." Iorveth has a feeling that he knows what this is about, and that he's playing right into Astarion's hand, but still.
His fingers drum over lacquered wood again, impatient. ] Astarion.
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Oh. Iorveth feels Astarion slink away, every bit like a cat that's grown tired of being held, and looks.
Stunned? Taken aback. A little annoyed. One hand twitches, slides over the table. ]
...You're fishing.
[ "You want me to tell you to stay close." Iorveth has a feeling that he knows what this is about, and that he's playing right into Astarion's hand, but still.
His fingers drum over lacquered wood again, impatient. ] Astarion.