[ A mild sound of offense, at "I should hope". Kind of a self-own: expressing disbelief over the fact that anyone aside from Astarion could ever love him enough to stay is a bit pathetic, but. If the shoe fits.
To the "let me": ] Tonight, I'd let you shave me bald if you wished it. [ In this state, Iorveth really couldn't refuse Astarion anything. A short laugh-exhale, and he shifts under Astarion's weight. ] Wind your arms around my shoulders.
[ He glances towards the bath, and the distance he'd have to walk from couch to pool; only a few steps. A short enough journey that he thinks he could get away with, yes, carrying Astarion― he's no Karlach, but he's been pulling bowstrings and climbing trees since he was old enough to speak. It takes a bit of mental preparation, but he manages to get on his feet with Astarion in tow, adjusting their positions just a bit so that he's hefting his partner bridal style instead of sack-of-potatoes-style.
Heavy. Astarion is no willowy waif, and requires concentration to keep steady until they reach the edge of the water, where Iorveth deposits him slowly, carefully. ]
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To the "let me": ] Tonight, I'd let you shave me bald if you wished it. [ In this state, Iorveth really couldn't refuse Astarion anything. A short laugh-exhale, and he shifts under Astarion's weight. ] Wind your arms around my shoulders.
[ He glances towards the bath, and the distance he'd have to walk from couch to pool; only a few steps. A short enough journey that he thinks he could get away with, yes, carrying Astarion― he's no Karlach, but he's been pulling bowstrings and climbing trees since he was old enough to speak. It takes a bit of mental preparation, but he manages to get on his feet with Astarion in tow, adjusting their positions just a bit so that he's hefting his partner bridal style instead of sack-of-potatoes-style.
Heavy. Astarion is no willowy waif, and requires concentration to keep steady until they reach the edge of the water, where Iorveth deposits him slowly, carefully. ]