[ Even more cute aggression. Fairly certain that Astarion of the past would have, again, gagged at the idea of calling Iorveth sweet in public, and finding the lack of sarcasm in his tone very endearing. If only this were just a lover's vacation, and they didn't have a man strung up in their room and a hag to contend with.
"Enjoy," the gnome sighs, and shuffles away with the air of someone who has done one too many graveyard shifts; the women at the other table give enthusiastic gestures of approval before making an exaggerated show of averting their eyes― "we're not peeking!"― despite Iorveth knowing that that promise will last a handful of seconds, if that.
Absurd, but pleasant. Iorveth hums, takes a beat to consider, then nudges the plate and silverware over to Astarion with confident ease. ]
Do me the honors, [ he offers, then leans in expectantly. The very picture of a fox waiting to eat out of its favorite human's hand; he wonders if Astarion will push back against something so saccharine. ]
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"Enjoy," the gnome sighs, and shuffles away with the air of someone who has done one too many graveyard shifts; the women at the other table give enthusiastic gestures of approval before making an exaggerated show of averting their eyes― "we're not peeking!"― despite Iorveth knowing that that promise will last a handful of seconds, if that.
Absurd, but pleasant. Iorveth hums, takes a beat to consider, then nudges the plate and silverware over to Astarion with confident ease. ]
Do me the honors, [ he offers, then leans in expectantly. The very picture of a fox waiting to eat out of its favorite human's hand; he wonders if Astarion will push back against something so saccharine. ]