[ "Petras and Leon," Henrik parrots, sliding his attention sideways towards Iorveth without letting go of Astarion's arm. There seems to be another glimmer of semi-recognition in the man's steel-blue eyes, as if he's heard something related to a one-eyed elf in his recent memory, and is just having a hard time conjuring the context.
"Henrik," his partner hisses at him. "Will you leave them alone." Her embarrassment has made way for genuine ire; Iorveth can see it brewing under her pretty face, her frown turning into a glower, until her frustration bubbles over after being told, slightly condescendingly, to "wait a moment, Delia, this is important."
"Oh, of course, your work is always more important than my plans, isn't it," she snaps. "I saved up for us to have a bit of fun with the Caress' new paladin because your prick is always useless after you've exhausted yourself at your precious work!"
Iorveth's brow arcs; he stifles an urge to bark a laugh as he pries Astarion away from the human's now-faltering grip, and observes the catastrophe unfolding in front of him. The argument rages on, and after hurling a few more heated insults, the woman― Delia― turns to the both of them, pointing with dramatic passion.
"At least they're having sex!", she shouts at Henrik, before lowering her voice to speak to Astarion. "Petras, was it? Gods, I'm so sorry, I don't care if you are a dangerous criminal, you don't deserve this." ]
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"Henrik," his partner hisses at him. "Will you leave them alone." Her embarrassment has made way for genuine ire; Iorveth can see it brewing under her pretty face, her frown turning into a glower, until her frustration bubbles over after being told, slightly condescendingly, to "wait a moment, Delia, this is important."
"Oh, of course, your work is always more important than my plans, isn't it," she snaps. "I saved up for us to have a bit of fun with the Caress' new paladin because your prick is always useless after you've exhausted yourself at your precious work!"
Iorveth's brow arcs; he stifles an urge to bark a laugh as he pries Astarion away from the human's now-faltering grip, and observes the catastrophe unfolding in front of him. The argument rages on, and after hurling a few more heated insults, the woman― Delia― turns to the both of them, pointing with dramatic passion.
"At least they're having sex!", she shouts at Henrik, before lowering her voice to speak to Astarion. "Petras, was it? Gods, I'm so sorry, I don't care if you are a dangerous criminal, you don't deserve this." ]