[ Iorveth has no idea how dangerous those words are, or worse, he does and he's insane enough not to care. It's a happy little zing up Astarion's spine to hear, brain lighting up in satisfaction as he crowds Iorveth back toward the bed. It's plush, blankets of a deep mauve thrown over the cloudlike featherbed, so soft one could sink right into it. (A little too soft for most, probably, but Astarion likes it that way.) Gale, he realizes, has money. Being an archwizard pays off, it seems. ]
I think you'll need to be restrained while I deliberate. A safety precaution, you see.
[ He finds himself cursing the fact that he didn't think to stop by a store and buy some sort of rope or, like, fuzzy handcuffs. Oh, well. He's nothing if not a master of improvisation. ]
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I think you'll need to be restrained while I deliberate. A safety precaution, you see.
[ He finds himself cursing the fact that he didn't think to stop by a store and buy some sort of rope or, like, fuzzy handcuffs. Oh, well. He's nothing if not a master of improvisation. ]
What do you think?