[ He gets into altercations with fanged animals very frequently. Case in point.
Iorveth glances down at how he's faring in terms of casual injury. Still all green. A potion might help later, but he doesn't really feel like explaining to Gale why he needs one again despite having stayed inside the entire night. Hm.
What he does feel like doing: looking at Astarion. The tickle of his hair against Iorveth's jaw is the closest Iorveth's gotten to petting him since they ended up in bed, and the thought of that alone is mildly maddening. ]
If you think I've not earned it, then yes. Not even if I beg.
[ After what Astarion had to put up with in Flotsam, Iorveth thinks that he's entitled to make Iorveth feel at least a little sorry for landing him in that situation. He's already tilting his head a fraction of an inch, aquiline nose brushing up against Astarion's. ]
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Iorveth glances down at how he's faring in terms of casual injury. Still all green. A potion might help later, but he doesn't really feel like explaining to Gale why he needs one again despite having stayed inside the entire night. Hm.
What he does feel like doing: looking at Astarion. The tickle of his hair against Iorveth's jaw is the closest Iorveth's gotten to petting him since they ended up in bed, and the thought of that alone is mildly maddening. ]
If you think I've not earned it, then yes. Not even if I beg.
[ After what Astarion had to put up with in Flotsam, Iorveth thinks that he's entitled to make Iorveth feel at least a little sorry for landing him in that situation. He's already tilting his head a fraction of an inch, aquiline nose brushing up against Astarion's. ]