[ Astarion isn't often overcome by cute aggression. He's never really been one for cute things, honestly; cute often equals soft, and soft equals vulnerable, something that until very recently he found a deplorable trait. When Iorveth says that he likes receiving things from him, though, he finds himself flooded by so much affection that he feels he might burst with it. So much affection that he doesn't even make a dirty joke about all of the things Iorveth could receive from him.
He turns to face Iorveth bodily, looking somehow both warm and irritated at the same time. ]
Ugh. You can't just say adorable things like that!
[ He stomps his foot, fists clenched at his sides. ]
You make me want to do such disgusting things.
[ Like hug him and kiss him all over and gift him with everything he could ever want, like a feral cat bringing dead animals to its most beloved person. ]
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He turns to face Iorveth bodily, looking somehow both warm and irritated at the same time. ]
Ugh. You can't just say adorable things like that!
[ He stomps his foot, fists clenched at his sides. ]
You make me want to do such disgusting things.
[ Like hug him and kiss him all over and gift him with everything he could ever want, like a feral cat bringing dead animals to its most beloved person. ]