[ Astarion pauses, expression thoughtful, before he cocks his head and grins. ]
Mmm — no, and no.
[ A word he finds he loves saying now, even to such little — and ridiculous! — requests such as this. ]
It's impossible, I'm afraid. There is no cure for your affliction. [ His grin widens, fangs on display. ] And if there were, I'd never tell you.
[ It would be the right thing to do, though. Iorveth deserves stability and security and all of the things that a vampire clothed in red flags can't provide, but Astarion is selfish, and he only longs for Iorveth to want him more and more every day. Maybe in a few centuries, he'll be able to come close to how badly Astarion wants him. ]
But luckily for you, I'm very generous. [ A shove of Iorveth's shoulders as Astarion attempts to manhandle him onto his back. ] I've decided to take pity on you.
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Mmm — no, and no.
[ A word he finds he loves saying now, even to such little — and ridiculous! — requests such as this. ]
It's impossible, I'm afraid. There is no cure for your affliction. [ His grin widens, fangs on display. ] And if there were, I'd never tell you.
[ It would be the right thing to do, though. Iorveth deserves stability and security and all of the things that a vampire clothed in red flags can't provide, but Astarion is selfish, and he only longs for Iorveth to want him more and more every day. Maybe in a few centuries, he'll be able to come close to how badly Astarion wants him. ]
But luckily for you, I'm very generous. [ A shove of Iorveth's shoulders as Astarion attempts to manhandle him onto his back. ] I've decided to take pity on you.