[ Astarion pouts in response to being flicked, but doesn't protest. How could he? It's not like he wants to seduce some unbearable man who wants Iorveth dead. He doesn't even want to stand in the same room as him without stabbing him into unrecognizable mush, much less degrade himself in such a way. Still, they do need to get him alone if they're going to assassinate him, and they don't have tendays to come up with better ideas. ]
You are irresistible, [ he teases, reaching up to take Iorveth's hand. He grasps it loosely, terribly aware of the damage he did a few inches up on Iorveth's wrist, but it sends a wave of warmth through him anyway. Iorveth may have an oral fixation, but for him, it's Iorveth's hands: long fingers, callused palms, capable of unimaginable violence and even more unimaginable gentleness. They're perfect. ]
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You are irresistible, [ he teases, reaching up to take Iorveth's hand. He grasps it loosely, terribly aware of the damage he did a few inches up on Iorveth's wrist, but it sends a wave of warmth through him anyway. Iorveth may have an oral fixation, but for him, it's Iorveth's hands: long fingers, callused palms, capable of unimaginable violence and even more unimaginable gentleness. They're perfect. ]
Mmm. Well, I'm out of ideas.