[ Ugh, Iorveth is so dramatic. Unfortunately, Astarion finds it very endearing. It's dangerous to build up his confidence like this, to make him believe that he deserves better than what he's been given, but he can't find it in himself to make Iorveth stop. The better Iorveth makes him feel about himself, the worse it'll be if—when, really, because Iorveth is no vampire—this ends, but as time goes by, he feels less and less like he's just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Like maybe it's more worth enjoying what he has while he has it, rather than grieving it before he's even lost it.
He laughs, scratching Iorveth's back not unlike the kneading of an affectionate cat. ]
If I'm going to be using a knife on you, I'd rather it be in a more enticing way.
[ Using a knife on someone should never rightfully be enticing, but, well. They're just two freaks. ]
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He laughs, scratching Iorveth's back not unlike the kneading of an affectionate cat. ]
If I'm going to be using a knife on you, I'd rather it be in a more enticing way.
[ Using a knife on someone should never rightfully be enticing, but, well. They're just two freaks. ]