[ Astarion looks almost bashful, which is not a common expression on him. He could listen to Iorveth talk about falling in love with him all night. He wishes he could capture the sound of it so that he could listen to it whenever he wanted, on demand. The next best thing, he supposes, is to demand that Iorveth recount it whenever he pleases.]
Oh, did you swoon?
[ Asked with a wry quirk of his lips. He's not sure Iorveth is physically capable of swooning. ]
Were you awestruck at how terribly dashing I was?
[ He vaguely recalls getting bonked on the head, but they don't have to talk about that part. ]
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Oh, did you swoon?
[ Asked with a wry quirk of his lips. He's not sure Iorveth is physically capable of swooning. ]
Were you awestruck at how terribly dashing I was?
[ He vaguely recalls getting bonked on the head, but they don't have to talk about that part. ]