[ Trust is hard-earned; Iorveth dabbles with it only when he has to, and only for those who deserve it. Prideful, certainly, and injured by a world that doesn't give back half of what his loved ones bring to it.
So ultimately, he's fine with their arrangement. He didn't trust many to aid him with Henselt, and he doesn't trust anyone more than he trusts Astarion. It's fine.
Slumped back on soft pillows, less relaxed than before but still visibly comfortable being horizontal instead of vertical: ]
What gifts do vampires enjoy receiving? Virgins?
[ Blithely, but semi-playfully. He can't pretend to know the inner workings of vampire lords, but Astarion has spent (unwillingly) centuries with one. Again, he can defer to Astarion's judgment on this one.
Or Astarion can take the opportunity to be unserious. There's that, too. ]
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So ultimately, he's fine with their arrangement. He didn't trust many to aid him with Henselt, and he doesn't trust anyone more than he trusts Astarion. It's fine.
Slumped back on soft pillows, less relaxed than before but still visibly comfortable being horizontal instead of vertical: ]
What gifts do vampires enjoy receiving? Virgins?
[ Blithely, but semi-playfully. He can't pretend to know the inner workings of vampire lords, but Astarion has spent (unwillingly) centuries with one. Again, he can defer to Astarion's judgment on this one.
Or Astarion can take the opportunity to be unserious. There's that, too. ]