[ Hmm. On one hand, Iorveth considers that this is their engagement (!) night, and that he can afford to coddle Astarion as much as Astarion wants. On the other, he probably shouldn't reward not being honest about something that Astarion clearly minds very much, because Iorveth can't read his mind all the time.
Ultimately, he decides on the former. Mostly because Astarion isn't being very subtle now, and he'd like to at least finish the cake before Astarion can mutilate it any further. ]
Love. [ Lightly wrapping his fingers around Astarion's wrist, dissuading him from stabbing the godsdamned plate in two. ] I asked because it would rankle if you called anyone else a fox.
[ Sparing his fussy cat's pride while remaining honest. Iorveth never fancied himself a particularly jealous elf, but he does have to admit that ever since Astarion came back to him with his mouth slick with someone else's blood, he's discovered the feeling anew. ]
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Ultimately, he decides on the former. Mostly because Astarion isn't being very subtle now, and he'd like to at least finish the cake before Astarion can mutilate it any further. ]
Love. [ Lightly wrapping his fingers around Astarion's wrist, dissuading him from stabbing the godsdamned plate in two. ] I asked because it would rankle if you called anyone else a fox.
[ Sparing his fussy cat's pride while remaining honest. Iorveth never fancied himself a particularly jealous elf, but he does have to admit that ever since Astarion came back to him with his mouth slick with someone else's blood, he's discovered the feeling anew. ]