[ Eyebrow twitch, clocked. Iorveth could press the issue, say that it isn't a matter of Iorveth going anywhere (he won't) and more a matter of covering all bases, but he also has to tell himself that Astarion doesn't like covering his bases. He likes the base that he has, even when Iorveth looks at it and objective thinks that there are probably nicer bases out there, or that the base needs fortifying.
A breath, in and out, and Iorveth shelfs the issue. ]
I'm suggesting that you still have time, [ he drawls, pinching the bridge of Astarion's nose. ] Still a few centuries left in me yet. I'm younger than you, I think.
[ Two hundred, give or take. An old elf stuck in a young-ish elf's body. ]
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A breath, in and out, and Iorveth shelfs the issue. ]
I'm suggesting that you still have time, [ he drawls, pinching the bridge of Astarion's nose. ] Still a few centuries left in me yet. I'm younger than you, I think.
[ Two hundred, give or take. An old elf stuck in a young-ish elf's body. ]