[ Iorveth can't possibly know how much this chaste affection means to him, how wonderful it feels to engage in physicality without any pressure to go further. Healing, he might say, if that weren't an embarrassing thing to admit. He leans in with the intent to kiss Iorveth back, but he stops when Iorveth speaks again— ]
Oh, [ he says, stupidly. It isn't an unpleasant thing to hear, necessarily, but he hasn't any idea how to respond. No one has ever told him anything like it before. After all, before Iorveth, no one ever wanted more than a night with him.
He pulls back an inch, searching Iorveth's face like he's worried that there's some kind of catch, like maybe Iorveth doesn't actually mean it. ]
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Oh, [ he says, stupidly. It isn't an unpleasant thing to hear, necessarily, but he hasn't any idea how to respond. No one has ever told him anything like it before. After all, before Iorveth, no one ever wanted more than a night with him.
He pulls back an inch, searching Iorveth's face like he's worried that there's some kind of catch, like maybe Iorveth doesn't actually mean it. ]
Really?
[ Said, again, stupidly. ]