[ His perfect man, staying despite being told otherwise. Astarion can hardly believe he was blackout angry at him only minutes ago. That won't be a problem, though; now that they've cleared the air, he's certain it won't ever happen again. It isn't like they're deeply unhealthy or anything.
Astarion makes a sound that's somewhere between a laugh and a scoff. ]
Tara is fond of you, you know.
[ Perhaps it's a wood elf thing, the connection to nature that makes all animals friendly toward him. Or maybe it's just that Tara can see Iorveth's innate goodness shining out, the same way Astarion can. ]
...You've a way with cats.
[ "I certainly hope I didn't just hear you refer to me with such a term," comes Tara's indignant voice as she flutters through the doorway. ]
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Astarion makes a sound that's somewhere between a laugh and a scoff. ]
Tara is fond of you, you know.
[ Perhaps it's a wood elf thing, the connection to nature that makes all animals friendly toward him. Or maybe it's just that Tara can see Iorveth's innate goodness shining out, the same way Astarion can. ]
...You've a way with cats.
[ "I certainly hope I didn't just hear you refer to me with such a term," comes Tara's indignant voice as she flutters through the doorway. ]