[ Astarion is not perfectly capable of running errands, and the absolute stink-face he makes at the suggestion corroborates that. At least Iorveth has another idea. He might have actually had to end this relationship if Iorveth really thought to send him out potion-shopping.

"Perhaps you would benefit from watching us," Lae'zel says with her tiny nose turned up. "You could learn a thing or two from our 'fucking', as you say." Her tone is stilted and awkward when using such a colloquial term, and Astarion has to imagine that she'd normally say something like copulating or fornicating. Ugh, disgusting.

Shadowheart rubs her temples. "You're all incorrigible." ]

I had no idea you were such an exhibitionist, Lae'zel.

[ After all, the mere act of kissing Shadowheart in semi-public had made her blush from head to toe. Then again, sex must be more familiar to the gith than romance. ]

If you're going to canoodle, at least let me get a good seat first.

[ "Ugh," Shadowheart groans. She steps over toward her bag, rifling through her things before she pulls out a—half-empty—wine bottle. "Come, Lae'zel." She tugs on Lae'zel's arm, leading her out the door. Just as Iorveth had been shockingly compliant, Lae'zel actually allows the manhandling. Gods, she must really like Shadowheart. ]