[ Poor Gale plods away with Tara guarding his heels; Iorveth watches them go before, yes, removing the towel from its awkward perch between his legs and tossing it at Astarion's feet. ]
I'm loath to subject you to something so deranged and perverted.
[ Dryly. He's far from angry－ his posture isn't rigid enough, his expression not curdled enough－ but he does feel petty enough to use Astarion's words against him. Iorveth loves Astarion halfway to death, but he'd hate to be seen as a pushover (unfortunately). ]
You may catch whatever me and Halsin have.
[ Wood elf cooties. Iorveth folds his arms across his chest, which might have been more intimidating if he wasn't still naked. ]
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I'm loath to subject you to something so deranged and perverted.
[ Dryly. He's far from angry－ his posture isn't rigid enough, his expression not curdled enough－ but he does feel petty enough to use Astarion's words against him. Iorveth loves Astarion halfway to death, but he'd hate to be seen as a pushover (unfortunately). ]
You may catch whatever me and Halsin have.
[ Wood elf cooties. Iorveth folds his arms across his chest, which might have been more intimidating if he wasn't still naked. ]