[ A blink, and Iorveth laughs; he has a lot of these tonight. ]
Sparing me my feelings, were you. [ A terrible thing, then, that Iorveth ever made Astarion say that he was awful. Reaching with his free hand to tip Astarion's chin, Iorveth leans in and plants a featherlight, brief kiss to the corner of his mouth. ] You are more noble than you know.
[ "Thank you", essentially. It's the sort of consideration that he wouldn't have cared to receive from anyone else, but it's the kind of consideration that matters coming from someone he's foolish enough to trust with his life. ]
I'll not be unhappy.
[ His verdict on what he'd feel about Astarion feeding from someone else. One more stroke to his cheek, and Iorveth relents. ] Seeing you content is rewarding.
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Sparing me my feelings, were you. [ A terrible thing, then, that Iorveth ever made Astarion say that he was awful. Reaching with his free hand to tip Astarion's chin, Iorveth leans in and plants a featherlight, brief kiss to the corner of his mouth. ] You are more noble than you know.
[ "Thank you", essentially. It's the sort of consideration that he wouldn't have cared to receive from anyone else, but it's the kind of consideration that matters coming from someone he's foolish enough to trust with his life. ]
I'll not be unhappy.
[ His verdict on what he'd feel about Astarion feeding from someone else. One more stroke to his cheek, and Iorveth relents. ] Seeing you content is rewarding.