[ Astarion watches with a frown as the man gives Iorveth a once-over. Maybe this was a mistake; Iorveth isn't used to this sort of self-debasement, and it really does take a special talent, he thinks. Someone willing to completely humiliate themselves to get someone else into bed with them. Iorveth has far too much self-respect for that, and this human is going to see right through it—
"Oh?" he says, raising an eyebrow for a different reason this time. "...What are you, a wood elf?" He leans in, a little unsteady on his feet, the heavy stink of alcohol on his breath. Clearly, he's been imbibing a lot tonight. His lips curl into a smile, and he breathes, "Exotic."
It wouldn't have mattered if Iorveth had a bag over his head, as long as he had cut-outs for his pointy ears. ]
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"Oh?" he says, raising an eyebrow for a different reason this time. "...What are you, a wood elf?" He leans in, a little unsteady on his feet, the heavy stink of alcohol on his breath. Clearly, he's been imbibing a lot tonight. His lips curl into a smile, and he breathes, "Exotic."
It wouldn't have mattered if Iorveth had a bag over his head, as long as he had cut-outs for his pointy ears. ]