[ Astarion had hoped to have some uninterrupted post-coital bliss, but the subject makes him feel too uncomfortable to cuddle. He flops onto his back, staring up at the ceiling with a frown. ]
Your elves don't sound compelled.
[ And why should they be? Iorveth is the only one who likes him for his personality, because Iorveth is verifiably insane. They must know that he doesn't deserve someone as precious and perfect as Iorveth. Displeased, he sinks further into the softness of Gale's mattress; it feels warm now, after all of their exertion. ]
It sounds as if they already dislike me. [ Which sounds pathetic, so he adds, ] Not that I care, of course.
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Your elves don't sound compelled.
[ And why should they be? Iorveth is the only one who likes him for his personality, because Iorveth is verifiably insane. They must know that he doesn't deserve someone as precious and perfect as Iorveth. Displeased, he sinks further into the softness of Gale's mattress; it feels warm now, after all of their exertion. ]
It sounds as if they already dislike me. [ Which sounds pathetic, so he adds, ] Not that I care, of course.