[ Very quickly, it becomes obvious that Astarion had hoped Iorveth would just know that he was lying, apologize profusely, and assure him that he'll never, ever call anyone else something that's supposed to be for Astarion alone again. He glances up from his cake, frowning, obviously offended that his fantasy didn't come to pass. Still, he may be willing to spill his heart to Iorveth, but that doesn't mean he's willing to admit this. It's so embarrassing! ]
—It doesn't really fit him, I think. Now that you've mentioned it.
[ He looks back at the piece of cake. Stab, stab. ]
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—It doesn't really fit him, I think. Now that you've mentioned it.
[ He looks back at the piece of cake. Stab, stab. ]
More of a rat, I think.