[ Sitting up an inch, Iorveth cranes his neck to tip into the hand sifting through his hair. The most docile he'll ever let himself be, if only because he trusts the man touching him not to judge him negatively for accepting softness.
A few more seconds in that position, and he tilts to rest his head on Astarion's knee. ]
I've earned my disrespect, unlike you.
[ "I'm a terrorist, remember?" A reminder that Iorveth has earned his reputation through blood and fire, though he also understands that that's not the entirety of what Astarion is talking about when he mentions disrespect. ]
But, mm. [ Nosing against the crest of Astarion's knee: ] I wouldn't say no to killing anyone who disrespects you.
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A few more seconds in that position, and he tilts to rest his head on Astarion's knee. ]
I've earned my disrespect, unlike you.
[ "I'm a terrorist, remember?" A reminder that Iorveth has earned his reputation through blood and fire, though he also understands that that's not the entirety of what Astarion is talking about when he mentions disrespect. ]
But, mm. [ Nosing against the crest of Astarion's knee: ] I wouldn't say no to killing anyone who disrespects you.