[ When Astarion arrives, he'll hear the innkeep－ a rather attractive old man dressed from head to toe in violet－ asking Iorveth if he really means daybreak today, since their stay was booked for a few more days.
"The room is already paid for," he ventures tentatively, "and I'm sorry to say that the gold you spent won't be reimbursed..." ]
Today, [ Iorveth says with some measure of finality, before turning to Astarion with the sort of shrewd sharpness that telegraphs that Iorveth is trying to get a read on him. The scrutiny lets up a moment later, though, and he extends a hand to hold, ignoring the rest of the innkeep's disclaimers to step away from the front desk. ]
No, we don't.
[ Almost as important as their face-off against the Netherbrain, but on a smaller scale. More intimate, more personal. The sort of thing that only affects them, directly, but feels like a seismic shift regardless.
Leading Astarion towards the exit: ] How clever do your fingers feel tonight? [ Lightly, using terms that eavesdroppers might interpret as crude flirting. ]
no subject
"The room is already paid for," he ventures tentatively, "and I'm sorry to say that the gold you spent won't be reimbursed..." ]
Today, [ Iorveth says with some measure of finality, before turning to Astarion with the sort of shrewd sharpness that telegraphs that Iorveth is trying to get a read on him. The scrutiny lets up a moment later, though, and he extends a hand to hold, ignoring the rest of the innkeep's disclaimers to step away from the front desk. ]
No, we don't.
[ Almost as important as their face-off against the Netherbrain, but on a smaller scale. More intimate, more personal. The sort of thing that only affects them, directly, but feels like a seismic shift regardless.
Leading Astarion towards the exit: ] How clever do your fingers feel tonight? [ Lightly, using terms that eavesdroppers might interpret as crude flirting. ]