Did, [ Astarion echoes. Past tense. Maybe Iorveth used to be beholden to someone else's desires, but not anymore. (Well, at least, someone else who isn't Astarion.)
The pad of Iorveth's thumb sweeps between Astarion's eyebrows, and he can practically hear Iorveth's voice: you're going to get wrinkles. He tries his damnedest to stop scowling. It only half-works. ]
But you're not under anyone's banner now.
[ It is very possible that the reason this bothers him is because he's still afraid the Aen Seidhe are going to disapprove of him. Better to remind Iorveth now that he doesn't have to listen to them, just in case.
He pauses for a moment, then adds, a little irritated, ] —I wasn't aware a case had to be made for me.
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The pad of Iorveth's thumb sweeps between Astarion's eyebrows, and he can practically hear Iorveth's voice: you're going to get wrinkles. He tries his damnedest to stop scowling. It only half-works. ]
But you're not under anyone's banner now.
[ It is very possible that the reason this bothers him is because he's still afraid the Aen Seidhe are going to disapprove of him. Better to remind Iorveth now that he doesn't have to listen to them, just in case.
He pauses for a moment, then adds, a little irritated, ] —I wasn't aware a case had to be made for me.