[ Astarion feels his shrunken little black heart grow a few sizes at being helped to change. It's completely unnecessary, which is perhaps why he likes it. Being tended to and taken care of not because of need, but to make him happy. His ears turn pink with pleasure even as he casts his eyes downward in embarrassment at his enjoyment, focusing very hard on tugging his boots on so that he doesn't have to meet Iorveth's gaze and give away how much he likes being cared for. ]
It was hardly my first restless trance.
[ His first with Iorveth in his bed, which is concerning, but not nearly his first overall. 'Restless' used to be the only sort of trance he ever got.
A glance up, finally. ]
But you are so very charming when you're a worrywart.
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It was hardly my first restless trance.
[ His first with Iorveth in his bed, which is concerning, but not nearly his first overall. 'Restless' used to be the only sort of trance he ever got.
A glance up, finally. ]
But you are so very charming when you're a worrywart.