[ Iorveth would be offended by the assumption that Astarion thinks he could win the I-Love-You-More-Olympics, for which Iorveth has already self-appointed himself as the gold medalist, but whatever helps Astarion trance better at night (literally). The sad thing is that Iorveth really could fight about this. Absolutely moronic of him.
Anyway. He watches as Astarion slips into torture chic (vampire chic, but with clothes that Astarion would mind getting blood on less, Iorveth assumes), then gets up and touches his hand to his own uncovered face.
Maybe he'll keep the eyepatch off. Might be more unnerving that way. Too troublesome to make the detour to the bath to retrieve it. ]
I resist you grudgingly, and with great difficulty.
[ A drawl, as he picks up a knife and starts gravitating towards the door. ] Do you think our fly would prefer honey, or vinegar?
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Anyway. He watches as Astarion slips into torture chic (vampire chic, but with clothes that Astarion would mind getting blood on less, Iorveth assumes), then gets up and touches his hand to his own uncovered face.
Maybe he'll keep the eyepatch off. Might be more unnerving that way. Too troublesome to make the detour to the bath to retrieve it. ]
I resist you grudgingly, and with great difficulty.
[ A drawl, as he picks up a knife and starts gravitating towards the door. ] Do you think our fly would prefer honey, or vinegar?