[ The "Who-Could-Be-Hurt-More-In-A-Nightmare-Scenario Olympics" is profoundly stupid, but Iorveth is competing in it anyway. Not even to win the gold; he's arguing that Astarion should win it, which is even stupider. He presses on anyway. ]
He could do worse to you, because you're not mortal.
[ Not to bring up the two hundred years of pure torture again, but Iorveth wouldn't have survived year one with his limited mortal tolerance. ]
I can endure torture, [ he says, and ignores the way a teenage human double-takes as he passes by with his gaggle of friends, ] and it would be easier for me to do so than to faff about with my thumb up my ass while you suffer.
[ Stubborn, but not angry; he can't be, not after Astarion admits that seeing him hurt would be agonizing. ]
...I won't leave you, but I promise to be careful. I'll not be cavalier for the sake of being cavalier. [ Not much of a compromise, he knows, but he offers it as diplomatically as he can. Still frowning, but not scowling. ]
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He could do worse to you, because you're not mortal.
[ Not to bring up the two hundred years of pure torture again, but Iorveth wouldn't have survived year one with his limited mortal tolerance. ]
I can endure torture, [ he says, and ignores the way a teenage human double-takes as he passes by with his gaggle of friends, ] and it would be easier for me to do so than to faff about with my thumb up my ass while you suffer.
[ Stubborn, but not angry; he can't be, not after Astarion admits that seeing him hurt would be agonizing. ]
...I won't leave you, but I promise to be careful. I'll not be cavalier for the sake of being cavalier. [ Not much of a compromise, he knows, but he offers it as diplomatically as he can. Still frowning, but not scowling. ]