[ Astarion straight up does not remember who the fuck Dragomir is, but he nods anyway because a history lesson is the last thing he wants right now. Not sexy!! None of this is particularly sexy, honestly; he wobbles a little as he stands, limping like a stray dog. Even so, the loving expression on Iorveth's face makes it sexy, and Astarion leans against him for both stability and to kiss him again. ]

Well, you're the most beautiful thing I've ever allowed on my body, so I suppose it evens out.

[ Iorveth will absolutely not agree with this, but Astarion moves steadily along so he can't argue. ]

Once Gale fixes this ridiculous thing [ —because he's somehow assigned that task to him, even though it was one of his wizard friends he'd actually said was capable of it— ] I'll make love to you from sunrise to sunset.

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