[ He tips his head back, not keen on getting bogwater on Astarion's hand. It feels like he's just gotten the worst part of the Chionthar dumped on his head. ]
There's little to improve, [ he quips back, instinctive. Still hard-pressed to believe that Astarion finds him attractive, but learning not to be quite as defensive; mostly, he just thinks it's strange.
He doesn't want to be brittle about it, though. No one else is ever going to be so kind about his looks, so he relaxes and appends: ] ...Unlike you, I've no particular preference for how I wear my hair. You can dictate how I style it as you please.
[ A wave of his hand to punctuate, a casual acquiescence despite the fact that most Aen Seidhe are very protective of their hair― it's not like Astarion knows that, though.
Iorveth plods over to the nearest Waypoint, deciding to use it instead of plodding all the way back to Elfsong looking like a wet rag. It would've been nice to spend a bit more time just walking with Astarion beside him, but he really should bathe. ]
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There's little to improve, [ he quips back, instinctive. Still hard-pressed to believe that Astarion finds him attractive, but learning not to be quite as defensive; mostly, he just thinks it's strange.
He doesn't want to be brittle about it, though. No one else is ever going to be so kind about his looks, so he relaxes and appends: ] ...Unlike you, I've no particular preference for how I wear my hair. You can dictate how I style it as you please.
[ A wave of his hand to punctuate, a casual acquiescence despite the fact that most Aen Seidhe are very protective of their hair― it's not like Astarion knows that, though.
Iorveth plods over to the nearest Waypoint, deciding to use it instead of plodding all the way back to Elfsong looking like a wet rag. It would've been nice to spend a bit more time just walking with Astarion beside him, but he really should bathe. ]