[ Iorveth's peace offering of vulnerability seems to mollify him, his shoulders a little less hunched, his gaze a little less wandering. One corner of his mouth tugs up, grateful for the evening of their playing fields. ]
All the better. I'd hate to cover up any of that face.
[ Not entirely true — the idea does appeal on some level; if Iorveth couldn't see, Astarion would be entirely in control. If Iorveth weren't enjoying himself, though, he couldn't bear it. Even the slightest hint that he ever made Iorveth feel the way he used to feel, and he thinks he'd retch.
A moment of thought passes before he says, ] I'd like to try new things. And old things, I suppose.
[ To find out what he likes and what he doesn't. When he says 'no', he wants it to be because he doesn't want it, not because his past is coming back to bite him. ]
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All the better. I'd hate to cover up any of that face.
[ Not entirely true — the idea does appeal on some level; if Iorveth couldn't see, Astarion would be entirely in control. If Iorveth weren't enjoying himself, though, he couldn't bear it. Even the slightest hint that he ever made Iorveth feel the way he used to feel, and he thinks he'd retch.
A moment of thought passes before he says, ] I'd like to try new things. And old things, I suppose.
[ To find out what he likes and what he doesn't. When he says 'no', he wants it to be because he doesn't want it, not because his past is coming back to bite him. ]
I don't want to let him take from me anymore.