[ 'Cute aggression', he calls it. 'Aggression I find cute', he should probably say.
Astarion pulls on Iorveth's precious little wood elf ear. ] Frumpy!
[ He recalls saying the cloak was frumpy, yes, but not himself. ...He does look frumpy, but that's none of Iorveth's business. Astarion probably looks near to the worst he's ever looked: in his pajamas with an ugly maroon cloak atop, with a messed up hand and an even more fucked up leg. But Iorveth had called him beautiful, and Astarion likes that he'd been seemingly deluded by love. ]
Ugh. You only get away with saying such things because I'm in no position to bend you over my knee.
[ Untrue. Astarion would and has let Iorveth get away with murder. ]
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Astarion pulls on Iorveth's precious little wood elf ear. ] Frumpy!
[ He recalls saying the cloak was frumpy, yes, but not himself. ...He does look frumpy, but that's none of Iorveth's business. Astarion probably looks near to the worst he's ever looked: in his pajamas with an ugly maroon cloak atop, with a messed up hand and an even more fucked up leg. But Iorveth had called him beautiful, and Astarion likes that he'd been seemingly deluded by love. ]
Ugh. You only get away with saying such things because I'm in no position to bend you over my knee.
[ Untrue. Astarion would and has let Iorveth get away with murder. ]