[ Iorveth has an interesting sense of humor. Astarion only quirks a brow, smiling faintly in amusement. ]
You should have killed him— but we all make mistakes.
[ At least Iorveth got some clothing out of it, but the affront of being interrupted during one's bath is unforgivable. Astarion hated having to bathe in front of the other spawn in that dingy old washtub. Never a moment of privacy. (Not unlike now, actually.)
He smooths the fabric down against Iorveth's muscled torso, partially only to have an excuse to feel him up and partially to improve the look of this wrinkled, poor-fitting gambeson meant for a stocky human and not a lithe elf. Oh, what he wouldn't give to be set loose on Iorveth's clothing with a needle and thread. ]
You still look handsome, but if I'm going to take you to a soiree, you really can't be wearing clothing stolen from a human.
[ Not that he's been invited to any soirees, but he can certainly invite himself. ]
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You should have killed him— but we all make mistakes.
[ At least Iorveth got some clothing out of it, but the affront of being interrupted during one's bath is unforgivable. Astarion hated having to bathe in front of the other spawn in that dingy old washtub. Never a moment of privacy. (Not unlike now, actually.)
He smooths the fabric down against Iorveth's muscled torso, partially only to have an excuse to feel him up and partially to improve the look of this wrinkled, poor-fitting gambeson meant for a stocky human and not a lithe elf. Oh, what he wouldn't give to be set loose on Iorveth's clothing with a needle and thread. ]
You still look handsome, but if I'm going to take you to a soiree, you really can't be wearing clothing stolen from a human.
[ Not that he's been invited to any soirees, but he can certainly invite himself. ]