[ Astarion remains attached to Iorveth as he moves, every bit the overgrown housecat draped over its owner, kneading its claws lovingly into skin. From this position, he can smell Iorveth's neck, of his hair; he inhales, soothed by the familiar scent. ]
That might prove difficult.
[ Not because he doesn't have opinions. Oh, gods, does he have opinions! Ones about, yes, every piece of clothing Iorveth puts on himself. Iorveth's sole criteria for clothing seems to be 'it fits' and 'it isn't completely covered in blood'. How lucky that he has someone with discerning taste to tell him when he's wrong.
That being said: ]
I'd really rather you not put anything on your body.
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That might prove difficult.
[ Not because he doesn't have opinions. Oh, gods, does he have opinions! Ones about, yes, every piece of clothing Iorveth puts on himself. Iorveth's sole criteria for clothing seems to be 'it fits' and 'it isn't completely covered in blood'. How lucky that he has someone with discerning taste to tell him when he's wrong.
That being said: ]
I'd really rather you not put anything on your body.