[ Astarion preens. He hadn't felt beautiful, of course—he'd felt disgusting, and complained all the way back to camp—but to know that Iorveth had thought so, well. It's flattering.
Damn Iorveth for making it so easy to get mad at him yet so difficult to stay mad. ]
You sweet thing, you should have said so. I'd have eaten you up.
[ In reality, he'd probably have taken it as sarcasm, or found a way to twist it into an insult. Iorveth hadn't been particularly complimentary up to that point. Even once he had started saying nice things to Astarion, he'd been so paranoid that he'd combed through every little thing Iorveth said to look for a reason to be upset about it rather than letting it make him happy.
Oh, well. He can let it make him happy now. He settles on a nearby bench, a bespoke thing with floral carvings in its chestnut wood. ]
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Damn Iorveth for making it so easy to get mad at him yet so difficult to stay mad. ]
You sweet thing, you should have said so. I'd have eaten you up.
[ In reality, he'd probably have taken it as sarcasm, or found a way to twist it into an insult. Iorveth hadn't been particularly complimentary up to that point. Even once he had started saying nice things to Astarion, he'd been so paranoid that he'd combed through every little thing Iorveth said to look for a reason to be upset about it rather than letting it make him happy.
Oh, well. He can let it make him happy now. He settles on a nearby bench, a bespoke thing with floral carvings in its chestnut wood. ]
You're allowed to gift me things now.