[ Astarion would prefer if Iorveth just stayed here in bed with him, kissing him and stroking his hair, but he's already been selfish enough today. The smell of Gale's cooking wafts up the stairs, and even Astarion has to admit that it smells enticing, although it's nothing compared to the smell of fresh blood. Iorveth deserves a nice breakfast. Astarion has watched him scarf down enough food to know that. ]
Go, if you want.
[ That's what he says, anyway, although his body language tells a different story, fingers curling into the fabric of Iorveth's shirt. ]
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Go, if you want.
[ That's what he says, anyway, although his body language tells a different story, fingers curling into the fabric of Iorveth's shirt. ]
I'll still be here, being tempting.
[ As usual. ]