[ Iorveth really knows all the right things to say. Astarion does want him to compare everyone he's ever loved before, and he wants Iorveth to find them wanting. None of that 'I didn't love them less, just differently' tripe. Iorveth should absolutely love everyone who isn't Astarion less.
But, you know. No red flags here. ]
I've never loved anyone else at all, [ he muses, brushing Iorveth's hair away from his face and arranging it artfully around him. If he really were a cat, as Iorveth is so fond of saying, he'd be licking Iorveth. (Which he's also not opposed to doing.) ] And I never will.
[ "Iorveth," comes Gale's voice as he starts up the stairs again. "I hate to admit that I don't know after all this time, but— how do you like your eggs?" ]
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But, you know. No red flags here. ]
I've never loved anyone else at all, [ he muses, brushing Iorveth's hair away from his face and arranging it artfully around him. If he really were a cat, as Iorveth is so fond of saying, he'd be licking Iorveth. (Which he's also not opposed to doing.) ] And I never will.
[ "Iorveth," comes Gale's voice as he starts up the stairs again. "I hate to admit that I don't know after all this time, but— how do you like your eggs?" ]