Well. [ Conceding, albeit somewhat unwillingly: ] I suppose not.
[ There's nothing about his meal that was worth Iorveth being jealous of, unless he longs to be killed and thrown in the trash. He knows this, rationally. It wasn't a special experience in any way, hardly romantic or, gods forbid, sensual. In fact, he would never dare to treat Iorveth in such a way. ]
...But you could be a little precious about it, if you wanted.
[ He would hate any attempts to actually control what he does, but he likes when Iorveth is precious about him. It makes him feel, well, precious. A rare feeling. ]
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[ There's nothing about his meal that was worth Iorveth being jealous of, unless he longs to be killed and thrown in the trash. He knows this, rationally. It wasn't a special experience in any way, hardly romantic or, gods forbid, sensual. In fact, he would never dare to treat Iorveth in such a way. ]
...But you could be a little precious about it, if you wanted.
[ He would hate any attempts to actually control what he does, but he likes when Iorveth is precious about him. It makes him feel, well, precious. A rare feeling. ]
I would allow it.