[ A blink, followed by a tired laugh despite himself. ]
I would hope you wouldn't want to gag me. It'd take the fun out of things.
[ Implying that Astarion would find it very boring if Iorveth didn't put his mouth to good use, either by giving him shit or doing salacious things. The kind of repartee he can engage in, now that he's not in (immediate) danger of being dead.
He steps over Damris and slinks over to Astarion, stroking silver hair with obvious affection and relief. He lets the touch linger, fingers running over one pointed ear, before he breaks away. ]
Go rest. I'll handle the binding― I happen to be an expert.
[ All the times he tied people up and tortured them for intel were just preludes to this particular moment. Crouching down, he slides his arms under Damris's armpits and starts to drag him into the suite's small study, which is a modest-sized room furnished with a comfortable-looking divan and a writing desk. ]
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I would hope you wouldn't want to gag me. It'd take the fun out of things.
[ Implying that Astarion would find it very boring if Iorveth didn't put his mouth to good use, either by giving him shit or doing salacious things. The kind of repartee he can engage in, now that he's not in (immediate) danger of being dead.
He steps over Damris and slinks over to Astarion, stroking silver hair with obvious affection and relief. He lets the touch linger, fingers running over one pointed ear, before he breaks away. ]
Go rest. I'll handle the binding― I happen to be an expert.
[ All the times he tied people up and tortured them for intel were just preludes to this particular moment. Crouching down, he slides his arms under Damris's armpits and starts to drag him into the suite's small study, which is a modest-sized room furnished with a comfortable-looking divan and a writing desk. ]