－Iorveth, who has spent an entire night guarding dockworkers from Zhent thieves, is freshly out of the bath (scrubbing the scent of fish off his skin) and lounging in the sitting room sporting nothing but a soft pair of trousers and several new bruises. He lifts his head from the book he's reading (the one Astarion purchased for him, the rather well-written story about a man twice dishonored and getting revenge tenfold) and cranes backwards to greet the two returning men, still-damp hair sticking to his sharp features. ]
Tell me at least one of them flirted back.
[ For poor Gale's sake. Iorveth did tell him to have fun. ]
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－Iorveth, who has spent an entire night guarding dockworkers from Zhent thieves, is freshly out of the bath (scrubbing the scent of fish off his skin) and lounging in the sitting room sporting nothing but a soft pair of trousers and several new bruises. He lifts his head from the book he's reading (the one Astarion purchased for him, the rather well-written story about a man twice dishonored and getting revenge tenfold) and cranes backwards to greet the two returning men, still-damp hair sticking to his sharp features. ]
Tell me at least one of them flirted back.
[ For poor Gale's sake. Iorveth did tell him to have fun. ]