[ It's a good thing Iorveth can't see his face, because Astarion scowls at I'm not worth so much. He is, because Astarion just said he is. Slightly irritated and resisting the urge to tug on Iorveth's hair, he instead tips Iorveth back into the water to rinse off. As he brings him back up: ]
Ugh. You're lucky I don't drown you.
[ His arms sling around Iorveth's shoulders, draping over his back. Even in the heated pool, Iorveth's body feels a little warmer than his. ]
You please me.
[ In every way possible. He fits his chin against the notch between Iorveth's neck and shoulder, arms tightening around Iorveth, somewhere between 'snug affection' and 'too-tight possessiveness'. ]
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Ugh. You're lucky I don't drown you.
[ His arms sling around Iorveth's shoulders, draping over his back. Even in the heated pool, Iorveth's body feels a little warmer than his. ]
You please me.
[ In every way possible. He fits his chin against the notch between Iorveth's neck and shoulder, arms tightening around Iorveth, somewhere between 'snug affection' and 'too-tight possessiveness'. ]
I could show you just how much, if you like.