[ Delusionally, Astarion had hoped that Iorveth would gush about how much he would love for Astarion to turn him into a vampire and whisk him away to his castle where they could live in eternal undeath together. Realistically, he knows that Iorveth would never say such a thing, but he's disappointed regardless.
He lists against the singular arm of the divan, scowling. It isn't fair, any of it. ]
Does it disgust you?
[ Asked without a glance Iorveth's way, instead staring at Damris's unconscious, hogtied body. He doesn't really want to know, he just wants to brood. ]
To know that I'm not half as noble as you pretend I am?
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He lists against the singular arm of the divan, scowling. It isn't fair, any of it. ]
Does it disgust you?
[ Asked without a glance Iorveth's way, instead staring at Damris's unconscious, hogtied body. He doesn't really want to know, he just wants to brood. ]
To know that I'm not half as noble as you pretend I am?