[ Oh. Well, that's unfair. Laughing under his breath, Iorveth angles his head and gives Astarion's earlobe a light nibble in retaliation. He knows how much it means to be trusted with this sort of affection, especially after they've had a bit of a row. ]
Words, [ he laugh-sighs again. ] Fine. Nothing feels better than you.
[ If Astarion must know. Not as grudging of a rephrasing as it could have been, with Iorveth all too happy to spoil Astarion a bit for hurting him earlier, for making him think, even for a second, that Iorveth didn't believe that Astarion cares for him.
Rubbing noses, he drops a light peck to the corner of Astarion's mouth. ]
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Words, [ he laugh-sighs again. ] Fine. Nothing feels better than you.
[ If Astarion must know. Not as grudging of a rephrasing as it could have been, with Iorveth all too happy to spoil Astarion a bit for hurting him earlier, for making him think, even for a second, that Iorveth didn't believe that Astarion cares for him.
Rubbing noses, he drops a light peck to the corner of Astarion's mouth. ]
I wish to build the rest of my life with you.