[ What Iorveth keeps to himself: for all of Astarion's posturing about being a pleasure-seeker, Iorveth is convinced that Astarion is the lesser freak between the two of them. It's only natural given what Astarion has been through, with forcefully-flipped standards dictating that affection is the aberrant behavior instead of the norm; while Iorveth has stopped wondering if Astarion doesn't actually secretly hate intimacy, he still doesn't know if he wouldn't just prefer cuddling to anything more explicit.
Regardless, he hums happily at the pleasant pain-prick of nails in his skin. ]
That only depends on what pleasures you're looking to sate now.
[ Pouring himself one more glass until the bottle runs out, and flicking his gaze up at an expectant Hyacinth who's been watching them with her elbows on a counter and her chin in her hands. A gnome woman, in turn, has been looking at her and her lovely, lovely cleavage from a few tables away. ]
Either you conspire with the barkeep and get me so drunk that I start invoking Sune, [ a low laugh, openly amused. He looks a little younger when his exuberance is honest, the sharp lines of his face smoothing to make way for the warmth he keeps hidden under tight-fisted control. ] Or we find a bathhouse to ruin.
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Regardless, he hums happily at the pleasant pain-prick of nails in his skin. ]
That only depends on what pleasures you're looking to sate now.
[ Pouring himself one more glass until the bottle runs out, and flicking his gaze up at an expectant Hyacinth who's been watching them with her elbows on a counter and her chin in her hands. A gnome woman, in turn, has been looking at her and her lovely, lovely cleavage from a few tables away. ]
Either you conspire with the barkeep and get me so drunk that I start invoking Sune, [ a low laugh, openly amused. He looks a little younger when his exuberance is honest, the sharp lines of his face smoothing to make way for the warmth he keeps hidden under tight-fisted control. ] Or we find a bathhouse to ruin.