[ Not sullen, per se, but slightly displeased, Iorveth lists against Astarion's hand and leans into him. A fox, resting its chin on a trusted human's hand. ]
She wouldn't be able to stomach me.
[ Iorveth pie sounds disgusting, thank you very much. But he does have to concede that, in terms of efficiency, thieving is more Astarion's area of expertise, and he would likely be able to get the job done far more quickly than Iorveth could.
A huff. Fine, is the sentiment. He's clearly not happy about it. ]
...I could cast Longstrider on you. And Pass Without Trace. [ The latter, he's not very proficient with. Iorveth is a fighter, not a spellcaster, and spells that require concentration tend not to hold very well, or very long.
Another huff. ] I could also create a diversion. [ uh oh ]
no subject
She wouldn't be able to stomach me.
[ Iorveth pie sounds disgusting, thank you very much. But he does have to concede that, in terms of efficiency, thieving is more Astarion's area of expertise, and he would likely be able to get the job done far more quickly than Iorveth could.
A huff. Fine, is the sentiment. He's clearly not happy about it. ]
...I could cast Longstrider on you. And Pass Without Trace. [ The latter, he's not very proficient with. Iorveth is a fighter, not a spellcaster, and spells that require concentration tend not to hold very well, or very long.
Another huff. ] I could also create a diversion. [ uh oh ]