[ A blink, a once-over. Iorveth angles his chin to get a better vantage point from where he can gauge Astarion's expression, and once he digests the weight of that added declaration－
－he smiles. Almost laughs, before he stops himself, though Astarion should be able to feel how it ripples through him before it dies in the back of Iorveth's throat, vibrating in little waves.
Gods. There's literally nothing sexier in the world than someone with self-respect. ]
You'd be entitled to put a knife through my skull if I ever disrespected you.
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－he smiles. Almost laughs, before he stops himself, though Astarion should be able to feel how it ripples through him before it dies in the back of Iorveth's throat, vibrating in little waves.
Gods. There's literally nothing sexier in the world than someone with self-respect. ]
You'd be entitled to put a knife through my skull if I ever disrespected you.
[ Sincerely meant. ]