[ Astarion isn't sure if one can call this relationship new anymore, but the entire concept of being loved after two centuries of loneliness and isolation still feels new, and so does the idea that someone could simply want his time and nothing else. It's still strange, feeling like someone wants him and not just wants something from him. He lays a kiss on Iorveth's pulse, trying very hard not to start gnawing on him and failing just a little; his teeth press against Iorveth's skin more than his lips do. Oops. ]
I do love to hear you say dirty words.
[ He likes to hear Iorveth say almost anything, especially when his voice takes on that lovely lilt the way it does when he speaks in his native tongue. ]
And I've found that I rather enjoy making you happy.
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I do love to hear you say dirty words.
[ He likes to hear Iorveth say almost anything, especially when his voice takes on that lovely lilt the way it does when he speaks in his native tongue. ]
And I've found that I rather enjoy making you happy.
[ When he's not making Iorveth miserable. ]