[ Astarion's gaze immediately drops to the cake rather than look Iorveth in the eye. He slices off another chunk of cake, but instead of feeding it to Iorveth, he just stabs it a few times with the tines of his fork. He imagines it's Damris's stupid, handsome face. ]
No, [ he says, sullen enough that it's obvious the answer is 'yes' and that he just doesn't want to admit it. It had made him seethe with completely unwarranted jealousy; obviously, Iorveth isn't going to leave him for Damris of all people. It had still rankled regardless. That's his pet name, and Damris isn't allowed to have it. (He's never been good at sharing.) ]
Did you call him that? Honestly, I didn't even notice.
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No, [ he says, sullen enough that it's obvious the answer is 'yes' and that he just doesn't want to admit it. It had made him seethe with completely unwarranted jealousy; obviously, Iorveth isn't going to leave him for Damris of all people. It had still rankled regardless. That's his pet name, and Damris isn't allowed to have it. (He's never been good at sharing.) ]
Did you call him that? Honestly, I didn't even notice.