[ The reaction is unexpected, which means that Astarion is treated to a moment of stunned silence that equates, roughly, to what did I do, which is not a sentiment that Iorveth often lets slip between his tightly-packed cracks.
After that moment passes, though, he laughs; the grumpy-looking halfling manning the store sits up from where he'd been half-dozing behind the counter and whispers a sharp shh! in response. ]
A taste of your own medicine, beloved.
[ Between aftershocks of that initial laugh, half-chuckles that shake his broad shoulders. Iorveth steps forward to ruffle Astarion's soft hair, alternating between mussing and fixing his curls. ]
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After that moment passes, though, he laughs; the grumpy-looking halfling manning the store sits up from where he'd been half-dozing behind the counter and whispers a sharp shh! in response. ]
A taste of your own medicine, beloved.
[ Between aftershocks of that initial laugh, half-chuckles that shake his broad shoulders. Iorveth steps forward to ruffle Astarion's soft hair, alternating between mussing and fixing his curls. ]
Now you begin to understand how I feel.