[ The original recipient of the ring didn't even want it, so there's nothing wrong with his thievery of such an intimate object, Astarion thinks. She won't even miss it! (And he's sure it looks much better against Iorveth's lovely complexion than on some courtesan's finger, anyway.) He would, however, like to pick one out that's specifically for Iorveth rather than something stolen in a moment of opportunity. Something special, picked out with love and adoration.
The thought of him finding anything about Iorveth a bit much at this point makes him smile, an amused, crooked thing. He's only mentioned his desire to mark Iorveth (and actually done it) several times. To think he'd be in any way scandalized is, quite frankly, ridiculous. ]
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The thought of him finding anything about Iorveth a bit much at this point makes him smile, an amused, crooked thing. He's only mentioned his desire to mark Iorveth (and actually done it) several times. To think he'd be in any way scandalized is, quite frankly, ridiculous. ]
What would you have me ink into you, hm?