[ Astarion happens to find Iorveth's cock and his hand very fine art — perhaps his hand even more than his cock, lovely as it is. He'll love those hands even more with a handsome ring on Iorveth's long, tapered finger, he thinks. Still, Iorveth is right that the novelty would have been being inside Iorveth's mind, not just watching it happen.
He wonders, idly, if that sort of thing feels different to a living person. It's been so long since he was one that he can barely remember. ]
What would you think about?
[ Narcissist. He totally wants to hear about how hot Iorveth thinks he is. ]
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He wonders, idly, if that sort of thing feels different to a living person. It's been so long since he was one that he can barely remember. ]
What would you think about?
[ Narcissist. He totally wants to hear about how hot Iorveth thinks he is. ]