[ Iorveth is too nice, Astarion thinks, and with reciprocal delusion, Iorveth thinks that Astarion has shown very significant growth of character for not having stabbed Damris outright. Proud of Astarion for what many (all) would perceive as basic human empathy, if that: poisoning someone isn't exactly a big moral choice.
Still, Iorveth finds it a more generous option (again, if the roles had been reversed, Damris would be a tiefling-shaped corpse on the floor right about now), and nods in assent. ]
Don't loosen your hold. He already did a number on your hair.
[ The biggest crime of all. While Iorveth turns to rifle through the various items tucked neatly in order in the desk's drawers, Damris, finally having snapped out of his stunned disbelief (are these weirdos... flirting in front of him???), starts to struggle weakly, attempting to knock his horns against the side of Astarion's head.
"There are lethal poisons in there! He might choose the wrong one!" ]
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Still, Iorveth finds it a more generous option (again, if the roles had been reversed, Damris would be a tiefling-shaped corpse on the floor right about now), and nods in assent. ]
Don't loosen your hold. He already did a number on your hair.
[ The biggest crime of all. While Iorveth turns to rifle through the various items tucked neatly in order in the desk's drawers, Damris, finally having snapped out of his stunned disbelief (are these weirdos... flirting in front of him???), starts to struggle weakly, attempting to knock his horns against the side of Astarion's head.
"There are lethal poisons in there! He might choose the wrong one!" ]