[ Dressing and undressing is perhaps one of the things Iorveth does that Astarion loves the most. A small thing, but it makes him feel— like somebody worth taking care of. An uncommon but very, very good feeling. He smiles crookedly as Iorveth peels the sopping clothing from him, taking it afterward and laying it out as flat as he can manage on the floor. No wrinkles for this vampire. ]
Of course you wouldn't, you filthy man.
[ Said warmly. Sometimes he thinks that maybe Lae'zel and Iorveth would have been a better match, if only because Lae'zel could match his freak tenfold. Iorveth pokes fun at him for not being as depraved as he claims to be and, well, he's unfortunately right. ]
The filthy man that I adore. [ He swipes a thumb across Iorveth's cheek. ] Now and always.
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Of course you wouldn't, you filthy man.
[ Said warmly. Sometimes he thinks that maybe Lae'zel and Iorveth would have been a better match, if only because Lae'zel could match his freak tenfold. Iorveth pokes fun at him for not being as depraved as he claims to be and, well, he's unfortunately right. ]
The filthy man that I adore. [ He swipes a thumb across Iorveth's cheek. ] Now and always.