[ 'I know you would', Iorveth says, as if Astarion hasn't thrown tantrum after tantrum and stomped his feet at the idea of being left alone. Iorveth would be forgiven for doubting him.
He leans his head into Iorveth's hand, every bit the finicky cat that Iorveth calls him. Only for Iorveth; there's no one else he'd want to pet him, no matter how gently. He isn't domesticated, exactly, but he is docile for one person only. In return, his fingernails scrape lightly against Iorveth's sides, up and down, carefully avoiding the scratches he left the previous night. ]
You just can't let me play the altruist for once, can you?
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He leans his head into Iorveth's hand, every bit the finicky cat that Iorveth calls him. Only for Iorveth; there's no one else he'd want to pet him, no matter how gently. He isn't domesticated, exactly, but he is docile for one person only. In return, his fingernails scrape lightly against Iorveth's sides, up and down, carefully avoiding the scratches he left the previous night. ]
You just can't let me play the altruist for once, can you?