[ Ridiculously in love with you, he doesn't say, because that's too twee even by his twitterpated standards. He does laugh along with Iorveth, though, aware of the half-elves watching them only in the distant way that he's aware of everyone in his periphery at all times. They don't actually matter, because they aren't Iorveth. ]
I can't help it.
[ A quick kiss to Iorveth's cheek. He really can't help himself; he wants to shout about Iorveth from the damned rooftops. To scream someone loves me until his voice is hoarse.
He uses the last dregs of his willpower not to do that. Iorveth probably wouldn't like if he made a scene and got them kicked out before he got to enjoy his meal. Instead, he rubs Iorveth's knee affectionately, feeling the warmth of his body through the fabric of his trousers. ]
You know how much I like to show off my things.
[ Said warmly, wryly, with only a little undercurrent of possessiveness. ]
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I can't help it.
[ A quick kiss to Iorveth's cheek. He really can't help himself; he wants to shout about Iorveth from the damned rooftops. To scream someone loves me until his voice is hoarse.
He uses the last dregs of his willpower not to do that. Iorveth probably wouldn't like if he made a scene and got them kicked out before he got to enjoy his meal. Instead, he rubs Iorveth's knee affectionately, feeling the warmth of his body through the fabric of his trousers. ]
You know how much I like to show off my things.
[ Said warmly, wryly, with only a little undercurrent of possessiveness. ]