[ Iorveth takes his seat, which is directly opposite Damris; the tiefling only glances at him before turning his attention towards Astarion, obviously competitive with him in a way that only two beautiful people who started off on the wrong foot can be.
"Unlike you lot, Gale has manners," he states crisply. Now that he's not bound and gagged, he's the picture of regality: tall, stately, his long black hair brushed into a low ponytail that trails down, nearly to his waist. "I can't imagine why he keeps such ugly, barbaric company."
The 'ugly' is lobbed at Astarion with casual nonchalance; again, a pretty person trying to aim below the belt when insulting another pretty person. Damris is probably starting a burn book, and Astarion is probably on the first page.
Iorveth shoots Damris a Look, but the insult is so ridiculous (there is no reality in which Astarion is not the most beautiful man in Toril) that it doesn't even warrant acknowledgment on his end― thus, he does something even ruder, which is to ignore Damris entirely and start piling his plate full of bread and cheese. ]
Sit, love. [ He motions for Astarion to settle down next to him. ] ―You can drink after my breakfast, if you wish.
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"Unlike you lot, Gale has manners," he states crisply. Now that he's not bound and gagged, he's the picture of regality: tall, stately, his long black hair brushed into a low ponytail that trails down, nearly to his waist. "I can't imagine why he keeps such ugly, barbaric company."
The 'ugly' is lobbed at Astarion with casual nonchalance; again, a pretty person trying to aim below the belt when insulting another pretty person. Damris is probably starting a burn book, and Astarion is probably on the first page.
Iorveth shoots Damris a Look, but the insult is so ridiculous (there is no reality in which Astarion is not the most beautiful man in Toril) that it doesn't even warrant acknowledgment on his end― thus, he does something even ruder, which is to ignore Damris entirely and start piling his plate full of bread and cheese. ]
Sit, love. [ He motions for Astarion to settle down next to him. ] ―You can drink after my breakfast, if you wish.
[ Damris, knowing what drink entails, scowls. ]