[ A 'rather large amount'. Iorveth's brow shoots up, making his eyepatch strap slip somewhat in the process; there's something a bit embarrassing about how just the suggestion of that is enough to make Iorveth feel slightly hotter under his collar, but it does. Astarion should be able to feel it, nestled close as he is－ just a faint hike in temperature, and a skip of Iorveth's pulse.
He combs his fingers through Astarion's curls, petting him slowly. Distracted, but trying to seem impassive. ]
We've already broken the healer's rules. You'd best not tempt me again.
[ Kissing the crown of Astarion's head, while the shopkeep glances at them, at where they're standing and radiates, 'oh, those types of customers'. ]
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He combs his fingers through Astarion's curls, petting him slowly. Distracted, but trying to seem impassive. ]
We've already broken the healer's rules. You'd best not tempt me again.
[ Kissing the crown of Astarion's head, while the shopkeep glances at them, at where they're standing and radiates, 'oh, those types of customers'. ]