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ɪᴏʀᴠᴇᴛʜ. ([personal profile] essea) wrote 2024-09-11 02:36 am (UTC)

[ Fine, he'll give Astarion the laugh. Iorveth snorts, the sound a little too warm to be altogether derisive or contemptuous. ]

Do you fancy that she handles the blade in her relationship?

[ Not that Iorveth really cares, but if Shadow'zel are going to heckle them about what they get up to, turnabout is fair play. Just a bit of ribbing while the women aren't there to strangle them for it.

Instead of waiting for Astarion to answer the non-question, Iorveth gestures for Astarion to follow him across the street and away from the nearby gaggle of (still arguing) halflings, under the awning and through the dimly-lit entrance of Sharess' Caress, where Mamzell Amira and her cat greet them with a turn of their heads and a smile from the proprietress (the cat looks a little bored, actually).

"Two elves- what a treat. How do you want to delight yourselves today?"
]

Not with your paladin, [ Iorveth drawls, wrinkling his nose at all the blood-red decor. It reminds him, a bit, of Cazador's palace; he lets his focus flit sideways towards Astarion, checking in to make sure that all of this isn't turning his stomach. ]

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