[ Astarion has never been good at keeping an impassive expression, but the face journey he goes through as Iorveth waffles between 'yes' and 'no' is probably excessive. Yes, Iorveth wants this? Or yes, he knows Astarion's opinion on the gods? Or, gods, yes, Iorveth secretly wants to sow his wild oats with every wood elf in the forest? And then no, which is a more terrifying thought. No, Iorveth doesn't want this after all, and asking about it was simply some cruel joke?
Obviously not. Iorveth wouldn't do that to him. All the same, his eyes dart to the side, a little paranoid, before Iorveth finally expands on his initial reactions. He relaxes as Iorveth tugs him inside, tension draining from his shoulders. ]
Well, then. I suppose I have some shopping to do in Athkatla.
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Obviously not. Iorveth wouldn't do that to him. All the same, his eyes dart to the side, a little paranoid, before Iorveth finally expands on his initial reactions. He relaxes as Iorveth tugs him inside, tension draining from his shoulders. ]
Well, then. I suppose I have some shopping to do in Athkatla.