[ Astarion's head swivels on its axis and he stares at Iorveth, head cocked, brow furrowed. Of course he wouldn't be unfaithful; he's never even felt an inclination to infidelity unless one counts drinking the blood of another living person—and Iorveth is a bit of a freak, so perhaps he does—and even then, he'd rather his fangs in Iorveth's neck over anyone else's any day.
It takes a moment for his brain to parse Iorveth's flat tone, his impassive expression. As much as Iorveth claims that Astarion is free to do what he wishes, he likes to think Iorveth would at least be a little upset with him if he were sleeping with strangers from taverns (again). ]
—Oh.
[ He flips on the theatre kid dramatics, rolling his eyes and scoffing. ]
Well, I had to get my needs met somehow. You've been so frigid after your whole family died in that gelatinous cube attack.
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[ Astarion's head swivels on its axis and he stares at Iorveth, head cocked, brow furrowed. Of course he wouldn't be unfaithful; he's never even felt an inclination to infidelity unless one counts drinking the blood of another living person—and Iorveth is a bit of a freak, so perhaps he does—and even then, he'd rather his fangs in Iorveth's neck over anyone else's any day.
It takes a moment for his brain to parse Iorveth's flat tone, his impassive expression. As much as Iorveth claims that Astarion is free to do what he wishes, he likes to think Iorveth would at least be a little upset with him if he were sleeping with strangers from taverns (again). ]
—Oh.
[ He flips on the theatre kid dramatics, rolling his eyes and scoffing. ]
Well, I had to get my needs met somehow. You've been so frigid after your whole family died in that gelatinous cube attack.
[ "Wait, what?" ]