[ Ah. Setting aside the fact that anything happening to him is Astarion's worse case scenario, Iorveth's response is a very simple, very distinctly non-apologetic: ] If that's the case, yes, there is no point discussing it.
[ Literally non-negotiable, unless Astarion decides to forgo the risk altogether and lock Iorveth in a box to confront Alkam by himself. The rudest elf in the world continues to be very unapologetic about rejecting Astarion's request, despite the fact that he hated it when Astarion didn't turn tail and run before; the hypocrisy is not lost on Iorveth, but also, he doesn't care.
That said, he doesn't want to totally kill the mood (good luck), so he slides closer and nests his head against Astarion's shoulder. Underhanded, perhaps: he kisses a shapely jaw, affectionate while being rude. ]
Rest easy, beloved. You won't lose me to this.
[ Alkam really needs to get in line for Iorveth-killing privileges; so many people have already called dibs. ]
―But we can go shopping. You can decorate me with vials and bulbs of garlic.
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[ Literally non-negotiable, unless Astarion decides to forgo the risk altogether and lock Iorveth in a box to confront Alkam by himself. The rudest elf in the world continues to be very unapologetic about rejecting Astarion's request, despite the fact that he hated it when Astarion didn't turn tail and run before; the hypocrisy is not lost on Iorveth, but also, he doesn't care.
That said, he doesn't want to totally kill the mood (good luck), so he slides closer and nests his head against Astarion's shoulder. Underhanded, perhaps: he kisses a shapely jaw, affectionate while being rude. ]
Rest easy, beloved. You won't lose me to this.
[ Alkam really needs to get in line for Iorveth-killing privileges; so many people have already called dibs. ]
―But we can go shopping. You can decorate me with vials and bulbs of garlic.