[ Astarion watches Iorveth take a sip carefully, leaning in surreptitiously to sniff his glass before taking a drink himself. He might be slightly traumatized by the whole event. Part of him wanted to slap the glass out of Iorveth's hand and taste-test it before allowing him to drink, but that really wouldn't be romantic.
He laughs at the idea that Iorveth has been thinking about him all that time, although it does bring some pleased color to the very tips of his ears. He's not certain how long Iorveth has been on his mind. It feels as if he just wriggled his way in there one day and never left. He can recall being pulled out of bed by Lae'zel and wishing he could spend the day with Iorveth instead, which had been horrifically embarrassing to him at the time.
Gently, he knocks their knees under the table. ]
Mmm. Pest extermination [ --probably smarter than saying 'assassination' aloud in a tavern-- ] really got you hot under the collar, did it?
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He laughs at the idea that Iorveth has been thinking about him all that time, although it does bring some pleased color to the very tips of his ears. He's not certain how long Iorveth has been on his mind. It feels as if he just wriggled his way in there one day and never left. He can recall being pulled out of bed by Lae'zel and wishing he could spend the day with Iorveth instead, which had been horrifically embarrassing to him at the time.
Gently, he knocks their knees under the table. ]
Mmm. Pest extermination [ --probably smarter than saying 'assassination' aloud in a tavern-- ] really got you hot under the collar, did it?