[ "Pretending" prompts a bit of a browraise, but Iorveth doesn't push the point― not here, anyway. Too many eyes, too many ears.
Speaking of. One more idle smoothing of his palm over Astarion's slightly-warmer skin, and Iorveth lets his hand fall back onto his belongings. Lumpier, heavier. ]
Here and there. [ Purposefully vague. ] Surely you don't want me to reveal my gifts to you in a tavern.
[ Or maybe Astarion might, who knows. They're his gifts, after all, and he can choose where and when he wants to receive them. ]
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Speaking of. One more idle smoothing of his palm over Astarion's slightly-warmer skin, and Iorveth lets his hand fall back onto his belongings. Lumpier, heavier. ]
Here and there. [ Purposefully vague. ] Surely you don't want me to reveal my gifts to you in a tavern.
[ Or maybe Astarion might, who knows. They're his gifts, after all, and he can choose where and when he wants to receive them. ]