[ That brief embrace is far too brief for such a ridiculously sweet sentiment, and Astarion toys with the idea of pulling Iorveth back in for a longer one, or kissing him, or seeing if he'd be willing to participate in a very ill-advised quickie against a tree. The sound of someone urinating kills that potential, though, and Astarion scowls as he looks off into the distance. Although his elven vision allows him to make out the shape with ease, he imagines the human's inferior eyes can't spot them in the dark. Indeed, he seems far too preoccupied with using the forest as an outhouse to notice them.
Astarion leans in toward Iorveth, voice lowered. ]
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Astarion leans in toward Iorveth, voice lowered. ]
I say we kill him and take his things.