[ If Iorveth wanted to teach Astarion a lesson about not tossing around accusations of not caring so lightly, this is where he could up the ante: he considers it for a fraction of a millisecond, of lengthening his strides and keeping his focus in front of him, of being even more annoyed that Astarion could even joke about how serious Iorveth is about caring.
He could. Maybe if Astarion were anyone else, Iorveth would. But context whispers to him that it's monstrous to take things away from Astarion once he's given them, and sentiment grabs him by the throat and says that it really doesn't feel good to have someone he cares about chase him like this.
So he stops, and when he turns this time, it's back towards Astarion. The only time anyone will ever catch him being weak-willed. That said, when he finally opens his mouth, he sounds flat. Dry. ]
Joking about my lack of caring. [ "I didn't like that." ]
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He could. Maybe if Astarion were anyone else, Iorveth would. But context whispers to him that it's monstrous to take things away from Astarion once he's given them, and sentiment grabs him by the throat and says that it really doesn't feel good to have someone he cares about chase him like this.
So he stops, and when he turns this time, it's back towards Astarion. The only time anyone will ever catch him being weak-willed. That said, when he finally opens his mouth, he sounds flat. Dry. ]
Joking about my lack of caring. [ "I didn't like that." ]