[ If Iorveth thinks that a little praise and affection is going to be enough to soothe his offense, he's
Well, he's absolutely right. Astarion fights the smile creeping onto his face to no avail, the expression as insuppressible as it is unbidden. Maybe one day he'll be used to all this, and he won't melt like putty in Iorveth's hands at receiving a little kindness. Today isn't that day. ]
—Mm, three out of four isn't bad.
[ He's not so certain he's sweet. He's a bad person who's done awful things without blinking an eye. The only things sweet about him are his lies. ]
Come, [ he says, turning around to tug Iorveth by the forearm, ] let's get this necromancer business over with.
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Well, he's absolutely right. Astarion fights the smile creeping onto his face to no avail, the expression as insuppressible as it is unbidden. Maybe one day he'll be used to all this, and he won't melt like putty in Iorveth's hands at receiving a little kindness. Today isn't that day. ]
—Mm, three out of four isn't bad.
[ He's not so certain he's sweet. He's a bad person who's done awful things without blinking an eye. The only things sweet about him are his lies. ]
Come, [ he says, turning around to tug Iorveth by the forearm, ] let's get this necromancer business over with.