[ Astarion hums in thought. He doesn't take being told no well, obviously, but he doesn't argue... if only because he thinks Iorveth will be easier to cajole a little later, once all the blood has drained from his brain and gone to more interesting parts. Astarion is still winning the I Want You More war, as far as he's concerned. ]
Mm, I do like the idea of being pampered.
[ And his body very much likes the hand on his thigh. He leans in to press a kiss to Iorveth's eminently kissable (maybe not in most people's opinion, but certainly in his) mouth, then draws back after a moment, a little embarrassed. ]
I— [ He lowers his voice, as if afraid someone will hear. ] Not in this ugly thing.
[ As much as having Iorveth's mouth around him while he basks in the sun is, like, the ultimate fantasy, he does not feel sexy at all in this cloak. ]
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Mm, I do like the idea of being pampered.
[ And his body very much likes the hand on his thigh. He leans in to press a kiss to Iorveth's eminently kissable (maybe not in most people's opinion, but certainly in his) mouth, then draws back after a moment, a little embarrassed. ]
I— [ He lowers his voice, as if afraid someone will hear. ] Not in this ugly thing.
[ As much as having Iorveth's mouth around him while he basks in the sun is, like, the ultimate fantasy, he does not feel sexy at all in this cloak. ]