[ Astarion's thumb strokes Iorveth's bare ring finger again, and the corner of his mouth quirks up. It'll be the first time Iorveth has ever behaved himself, he thinks. His (not-so-)little fox, clever and mischievous. A mirror to Iorveth's thoughts, he thinks it's sweet that Iorveth would promise such a thing to him. His mind and his body are constantly moving, but he'd pledge to 'stay in bed and behave' just for Astarion. ]
Good.
[ He squeezes Iorveth's hand, then lets his mouth twist a little, amused. ]
You resisted me for far more than tendays. [ Months, probably. ] And I'm not certain you found it particularly challenging.
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Good.
[ He squeezes Iorveth's hand, then lets his mouth twist a little, amused. ]
You resisted me for far more than tendays. [ Months, probably. ] And I'm not certain you found it particularly challenging.