[ Astarion reaches up to stroke Iorveth's cheek with his thumb, affectionate and bittersweet. Iorveth, straightforward and honest to a fault. Again: a shit-talker until the very end. It's still one of the things Astarion loves most about him (despite sometimes finding it incredibly fucking irritating). Centuries with an equivocator like Cazador have made him grow tired of playing along with interpersonal games, and Iorveth always tells it exactly how it is.
All of that being said, he's all right with lying to Damris. ]
Of course, [ he calls, picking up the pace to urge Iorveth inside the room. ] I give you my word. If you knew me, you'd know that's, gods, practically sacrosanct.
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All of that being said, he's all right with lying to Damris. ]
Of course, [ he calls, picking up the pace to urge Iorveth inside the room. ] I give you my word. If you knew me, you'd know that's, gods, practically sacrosanct.