'At least', [ he echoes, amused and delighted at the confidence. Iorveth is so very serious. It's cute. He never does anything by halves, even in this little fantasy he's conjured up for Astarion. Leaning in, voice teasing but warm: ] You're quite the giver, aren't you?
[ Historically, it's always been the opposite: Astarion tugging someone into a side room and pleasuring them until they were pliant and malleable. (With the privilege of distance, he now wonders if the intimacy was even necessary, or if it was just one of Cazador's many ways of keeping his spawn beaten down and humiliated.) He supposes there's something satisfying about imagining being on the other side of it. Even if it's probably inappropriate to be discussing in a public establishment.
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[ Historically, it's always been the opposite: Astarion tugging someone into a side room and pleasuring them until they were pliant and malleable. (With the privilege of distance, he now wonders if the intimacy was even necessary, or if it was just one of Cazador's many ways of keeping his spawn beaten down and humiliated.) He supposes there's something satisfying about imagining being on the other side of it. Even if it's probably inappropriate to be discussing in a public establishment.
Oh, well. That gnome has probably heard worse. ]
I would allow it.