Oh, I would never, [ Astarion says sweetly, then adds, tongue-in-cheek, ] I like your prick far too much.
[ A little grandstanding before he has to be vulnerable. A moment passes before he extricates himself from Iorveth, rolling off before slowly shifting onto his front. It's nothing like the boldness he displays when pushing Iorveth down and crawling on top of him; there's a hesitance to it, and he glances over his shoulder at Iorveth, a little nervous. Iorveth has seen the scars, of course, but they've never been the focus. He said he wouldn't find them undesirable, but that was then, and this is now. ]
Well?
[ Part of him wants to fish for reassurance. Another part of him wants the truth. He lands on: ]
no subject
[ A little grandstanding before he has to be vulnerable. A moment passes before he extricates himself from Iorveth, rolling off before slowly shifting onto his front. It's nothing like the boldness he displays when pushing Iorveth down and crawling on top of him; there's a hesitance to it, and he glances over his shoulder at Iorveth, a little nervous. Iorveth has seen the scars, of course, but they've never been the focus. He said he wouldn't find them undesirable, but that was then, and this is now. ]
Well?
[ Part of him wants to fish for reassurance. Another part of him wants the truth. He lands on: ]
If they're hideous, then— don't tell me.