[ "Just bed" sets Iorveth up for a fondly exasperated "I don't need us to fuck every day, you realize", but the addendum of being sore makes Iorveth－
－well, not laugh (too rude even by his standards), but grin. Sly, foxlike. ]
And to think you spent the whole night sitting at the opera.
[ Entirely Iorveth's fault. He hums, then gets up off of the couch to drop into a low crouch by Astarion's side, looping his arms under long legs and across Astarion's shoulders to pick him up into a sideways carry. Not exactly the easiest thing in the world to manage, and there's actually no way Iorveth is going to manage going upstairs with Astarion in tow, but. Let it never be said that Iorveth doesn't try to be dramatic. ]
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－well, not laugh (too rude even by his standards), but grin. Sly, foxlike. ]
And to think you spent the whole night sitting at the opera.
[ Entirely Iorveth's fault. He hums, then gets up off of the couch to drop into a low crouch by Astarion's side, looping his arms under long legs and across Astarion's shoulders to pick him up into a sideways carry. Not exactly the easiest thing in the world to manage, and there's actually no way Iorveth is going to manage going upstairs with Astarion in tow, but. Let it never be said that Iorveth doesn't try to be dramatic. ]