[ The flattest look Iorveth can muster here, as he sets down his pack and weapons. Like, he gets it, but still－
－unimpressed, he sweeps over to Astarion where he's reclined on the bed, and flicks him between his eyes with a thumb and forefinger. ]
Even if he does, [ enunciating each syllable, ] do you think I'd willingly allow him to lay even a finger on you?
[ Not even a real question. Maybe 300 years from now, Astarion will be more comfortable with the thought of using seduction as a technique to get what he wants, but now? Not so much, Iorveth thinks. ]
Don't be stupid. I'd offer myself before I offered you, fool.
[ Another light flick, though this time he soothes over the little red spot with his thumb. ]
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－unimpressed, he sweeps over to Astarion where he's reclined on the bed, and flicks him between his eyes with a thumb and forefinger. ]
Even if he does, [ enunciating each syllable, ] do you think I'd willingly allow him to lay even a finger on you?
[ Not even a real question. Maybe 300 years from now, Astarion will be more comfortable with the thought of using seduction as a technique to get what he wants, but now? Not so much, Iorveth thinks. ]
Don't be stupid. I'd offer myself before I offered you, fool.
[ Another light flick, though this time he soothes over the little red spot with his thumb. ]