[ He does like being petted, and so what! A gentle touch is novel and wonderful, and he's found himself quickly growing addicted to it. Anyone can take what they want from someone, roughly and without remorse, but it takes someone special to treat someone with kindness.
But he is a cat, as Iorveth said, and only a sweet one in Iorveth's eyes. He nips at the finger beneath his lip, playful. Not enough to actually draw blood, but enough to graze his fangs against the skin. He knows Iorveth is a freak who likes that sort of thing. As much as he praises Astarion for sweetness, he has the feeling that Iorveth would be disappointed were he to be truly defanged.
It's another thing he likes about Iorveth. He never has to worry if the monstrous parts of him are too monstrous for Iorveth. ]
Why? So you can picture it in vivid detail when you're lonely?
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But he is a cat, as Iorveth said, and only a sweet one in Iorveth's eyes. He nips at the finger beneath his lip, playful. Not enough to actually draw blood, but enough to graze his fangs against the skin. He knows Iorveth is a freak who likes that sort of thing. As much as he praises Astarion for sweetness, he has the feeling that Iorveth would be disappointed were he to be truly defanged.
It's another thing he likes about Iorveth. He never has to worry if the monstrous parts of him are too monstrous for Iorveth. ]
Why? So you can picture it in vivid detail when you're lonely?