[ That word again, beautiful. A strange thing to hear from Astarion, a person who is so objectively beautiful to the point where he was actively taken advantage of for it. Iorveth lets himself be tugged, and does Astarion the courtesy of sitting next to him instead of looming with his dick impolitely near his face. ]
You must truly have hated the outfit.
[ He smiles briefly, letting the expression touch his features with slight trepidation. Still wary, again, of "beautiful", but allowing it from Astarion. ]
Come here, before I catch cold.
[ Opening his arms, coaxing. It's probably a ridiculous thing to say given that Astarion is cool to the touch, but whatever. The sentiment remains: Iorveth said that he wants to be close, and he'll stay close until Gale has to peel his now-naked body from Astarion's side. No one envies Gale in this moment. ]
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You must truly have hated the outfit.
[ He smiles briefly, letting the expression touch his features with slight trepidation. Still wary, again, of "beautiful", but allowing it from Astarion. ]
Come here, before I catch cold.
[ Opening his arms, coaxing. It's probably a ridiculous thing to say given that Astarion is cool to the touch, but whatever. The sentiment remains: Iorveth said that he wants to be close, and he'll stay close until Gale has to peel his now-naked body from Astarion's side. No one envies Gale in this moment. ]