[ "Stop making me like you," Astarion says, while Iorveth also thinks "stop making me like you" between kisses. A weird mirroring of sentiments; Iorveth almost laughs, but the sound is muffled against Astarion's mouth.
When he has room enough to breathe again: ] I could, if I wished it. [ It is very easy to dislike him, he promises. ] But I like the shape of your favor.
[ Iorveth truly couldn't care less about currying anyone else's favor, and would actually take massive offense if someone accused him of fishing for approval. That said, making Astarion smile is...
...well, it's nice. Kill him. He sifts his touch through Astarion's sleep-mussed hair and cranes to kiss him again―
"Disgusting."
―when Shadowheart interrupts from beyond the curtains, her voice playfully singsong. "Are you two going to be quite so unbearably saccharine every morning?" ]
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When he has room enough to breathe again: ] I could, if I wished it. [ It is very easy to dislike him, he promises. ] But I like the shape of your favor.
[ Iorveth truly couldn't care less about currying anyone else's favor, and would actually take massive offense if someone accused him of fishing for approval. That said, making Astarion smile is...
...well, it's nice. Kill him. He sifts his touch through Astarion's sleep-mussed hair and cranes to kiss him again―
"Disgusting."
―when Shadowheart interrupts from beyond the curtains, her voice playfully singsong. "Are you two going to be quite so unbearably saccharine every morning?" ]