[ As much as he slandered poor Scratch (who deserved none of it!), Astarion very much likes having a big Iorveth-shaped dog slobbering on him. He feels very loved, which he hadn't even known was a feeling one could feel before Iorveth, but after discovering it he's found he's obsessed with it. He wishes he could stay here and bask in Iorveth's affection forever, but he has to make himself pretty for the opera. It would be so embarrassing not to look his best amidst Waterdhavian high society! ]
It wouldn't be terrible to be fashionably late.
[ Gale squawks at that, because as a polite little wizard, he's surely never been fashionably late for anything in his life. Astarion rolls his eyes. ]
—Fine. Eight! Now, I'd scram unless you'd like to dream about my lovely naked form tonight.
[ And scram Gale does, calling, "Dinner is still on the table, Iorveth!" as he scampers down the stairs.
Astarion wriggles out of Iorveth's grasp, standing to make his way toward the bath — but not before turning to cradle Iorveth's chin in his hand. A disheveled hellbeast, Iorveth thinks. ]
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It wouldn't be terrible to be fashionably late.
[ Gale squawks at that, because as a polite little wizard, he's surely never been fashionably late for anything in his life. Astarion rolls his eyes. ]
—Fine. Eight! Now, I'd scram unless you'd like to dream about my lovely naked form tonight.
[ And scram Gale does, calling, "Dinner is still on the table, Iorveth!" as he scampers down the stairs.
Astarion wriggles out of Iorveth's grasp, standing to make his way toward the bath — but not before turning to cradle Iorveth's chin in his hand. A disheveled hellbeast, Iorveth thinks. ]
Beautiful, [ he thinks. ]