[ Astarion, Iorveth's favorite cat, settles down with their knees touching, and Iorveth lists sideways to breathe in the scent of clean soap and hair product. ]

We could. [ He concedes, reaching to braid a little portion of longer hair that sweeps over Astarion's ear. It stays intact only by virtue of his curls still being damp; Iorveth combs it out and braids it again, giving his hands something to do while he talks. ] But my pride won't allow it.

[ Obstinate. An easy trait for many people to dislike. His expression remains steady, focused. ]

I also don't relish the thought of humans finding any bit of my blood that might have evaded incineration. [ Again, he thinks back to the basement hatch that he'd gotten a glimpse of from the top of the stairs. ] I want to retrieve it and destroy it, if nothing else.

You needn't come if you don't fancy the trouble. [ To the tune of "it's fine", neutral. ] Lae'zel will be happier to see you than me.