[ Astarion frowns, his bristling only partially assuaged by the forehead touch. ]
I'm not so cruel.
[ Is that what Iorveth thinks entertains him? Laughter at someone else's expense? Well— he's not wrong, admittedly, but not at Iorveth's expense. He'd seethe and despair if he showed Iorveth a memory from his past, no matter how small, and received a laugh in return.
He perches on the edge of the bed, pulling his boots on. A little haughty: ] You forgot to say that I'm handsome, too.
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I'm not so cruel.
[ Is that what Iorveth thinks entertains him? Laughter at someone else's expense? Well— he's not wrong, admittedly, but not at Iorveth's expense. He'd seethe and despair if he showed Iorveth a memory from his past, no matter how small, and received a laugh in return.
He perches on the edge of the bed, pulling his boots on. A little haughty: ] You forgot to say that I'm handsome, too.