[ At least Astarion's honest about the blood bag thing. It would've made him scowl and roll away before, he thinks, but he's not so irate about it now; he only wrinkles his nose at the denotation (it's crude, even for his own standards), and huffs. ]
I'm someone you can tolerate, who just so happens to also provide sustenance.
[ Not a very glamorous way to phrase things, but he's mostly being facetious. Iorveth flops onto his back, reaching for his eyepatch to remove for the night, treating it with the sort of care he shows his weapons－ it's his first proper gift from Astarion, after all. ]
It doesn't bother me. [ Astarion asks before he bites, which is considerate of him, all things considered. ] Absurdly, it bothered me more when you bit someone else.
[ Which is not a reaction that he'd like to have again, because Astarion is, in fact, entitled to eat whenever he wants. He doesn't need Iorveth's permission to have a snack. ]
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I'm someone you can tolerate, who just so happens to also provide sustenance.
[ Not a very glamorous way to phrase things, but he's mostly being facetious. Iorveth flops onto his back, reaching for his eyepatch to remove for the night, treating it with the sort of care he shows his weapons－ it's his first proper gift from Astarion, after all. ]
It doesn't bother me. [ Astarion asks before he bites, which is considerate of him, all things considered. ] Absurdly, it bothered me more when you bit someone else.
[ Which is not a reaction that he'd like to have again, because Astarion is, in fact, entitled to eat whenever he wants. He doesn't need Iorveth's permission to have a snack. ]