[ It doesn't feel great to send Iorveth to do his dirty work, but he consoles himself with the knowledge that Iorveth is doing it of his own free will, and that at the end of this he'll get to watch this man die. Small mercies.
He sits himself down at a table within eye line, resting his chin in his palm as he looks on with exhaustion. Probably good. He's too tired to feel jealous of Iorveth touching another man (mostly; his capacity for jealousy is unmatched, after all). A sweet-faced tiefling leaves her gaggle of giggling friends and approaches him at the table, asking, "Are you here alone?" ]
Not interested, [ he answers rudely, and the woman turns back to her friends with a mortified expression. He doesn't even notice; he's too busy watching Iorveth and their future victim.
The man turns to Iorveth with a raised eyebrow, clearly not charmed by Iorveth's comment. Astarion's not sure what he said, but he can imagine. Sweet-talking has never been Iorveth's forte. Nose hiked up in the air, the man says, "What are you, security?" ]
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He sits himself down at a table within eye line, resting his chin in his palm as he looks on with exhaustion. Probably good. He's too tired to feel jealous of Iorveth touching another man (mostly; his capacity for jealousy is unmatched, after all). A sweet-faced tiefling leaves her gaggle of giggling friends and approaches him at the table, asking, "Are you here alone?" ]
Not interested, [ he answers rudely, and the woman turns back to her friends with a mortified expression. He doesn't even notice; he's too busy watching Iorveth and their future victim.
The man turns to Iorveth with a raised eyebrow, clearly not charmed by Iorveth's comment. Astarion's not sure what he said, but he can imagine. Sweet-talking has never been Iorveth's forte. Nose hiked up in the air, the man says, "What are you, security?" ]