[ No pushback from the tiefling. Iorveth tries to focus enough to see what emotion has settled on those well-defined features, but all he can see with his slightly-blurred vision is something warm but distant before he's tugged back across the lobby and towards the stairs. He rocks out of balance again, then rights himself thanks to Astarion's grip; the stranger keeps himself behind the pair, deferentially silent until they walk past the threshold of their room.
They've invited this probably-spawn in, Iorveth finally realizes as he settles into an armchair, letting its outline keep him upright. He'd forgotten to ask Astarion if the initial invitation clears all potential future visits, but it's too late now.
Meanwhile, the tiefling lingers on his feet. His red eyes never break its fixed trajectory on Astarion, and he's the first to break the silence between them.
"I apologize for being so forward. As I said, I rarely find anyone in this city who looks quite like you."
Iorveth stifles the urge to snort. 'Like a spawn, you mean?', he thinks to say, but keeps that card to use later. Somehow, he doubts the tiefling will even acknowledge the sarcasm; he's barely acknowledged Iorveth's existence this entire time. ]
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They've invited this probably-spawn in, Iorveth finally realizes as he settles into an armchair, letting its outline keep him upright. He'd forgotten to ask Astarion if the initial invitation clears all potential future visits, but it's too late now.
Meanwhile, the tiefling lingers on his feet. His red eyes never break its fixed trajectory on Astarion, and he's the first to break the silence between them.
"I apologize for being so forward. As I said, I rarely find anyone in this city who looks quite like you."
Iorveth stifles the urge to snort. 'Like a spawn, you mean?', he thinks to say, but keeps that card to use later. Somehow, he doubts the tiefling will even acknowledge the sarcasm; he's barely acknowledged Iorveth's existence this entire time. ]