[ Predictably, Iorveth's expression turns unmistakably sour when he's prompted to open his mouth for the incoming spoon, but resigns himself to the feeding with grudging acceptance. He'll give this one to Astarion, who hasn't had much to smile about all day.
On the flipside, he's about to comment on the ominous nature of Astarion having a plan regarding Henrik ("there's no way you actually have a real plan") when he's interrupted by yet another bit of similarly-ominous news.
Swallowing his mouthful of soup: ] ...I'm not wearing it if it has frills.
[ The hard line that Iorveth will draw in the sand. With that said, he opens his mouth for another bite of caramelized onion, and after it's given to him, he chews thoughtfully. ]
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On the flipside, he's about to comment on the ominous nature of Astarion having a plan regarding Henrik ("there's no way you actually have a real plan") when he's interrupted by yet another bit of similarly-ominous news.
Swallowing his mouthful of soup: ] ...I'm not wearing it if it has frills.
[ The hard line that Iorveth will draw in the sand. With that said, he opens his mouth for another bite of caramelized onion, and after it's given to him, he chews thoughtfully. ]
Do you know how to dance?