[ Iorveth frowns, and Astarion smiles pityingly, reaching out so that it's Iorveth's cheek in his hand now. His thumb brushes up and down Iorveth's jaw affectionately. ]
Oh, you sweet thing. I know you have.
[ None that he's been present for, because why would he ever let someone else pick a lock in his presence? They're just going to do it wrong. Like how Iorveth feels when he sees someone else try to nock an arrow, probably. Tiny, detailed work with his hands has always come easily to him. In another life, maybe that would have translated to a profession. ]
But I'd rather not risk your survival on it.
[ The longer Iorveth takes, the more likely it is that the hag discovers him. He couldn't bear it if Iorveth were found out because he was trying to pick a lock that Astarion really should have been the one to handle. ]
You're not allowed to get eaten by a hag. I forbid it.
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Oh, you sweet thing. I know you have.
[ None that he's been present for, because why would he ever let someone else pick a lock in his presence? They're just going to do it wrong. Like how Iorveth feels when he sees someone else try to nock an arrow, probably. Tiny, detailed work with his hands has always come easily to him. In another life, maybe that would have translated to a profession. ]
But I'd rather not risk your survival on it.
[ The longer Iorveth takes, the more likely it is that the hag discovers him. He couldn't bear it if Iorveth were found out because he was trying to pick a lock that Astarion really should have been the one to handle. ]
You're not allowed to get eaten by a hag. I forbid it.