[ And, like a freak, Astarion likes it. He likes all of the parts of Iorveth that someone else might say are 'too much'. Hells, he likes that Iorveth is deranged. There is no one else like Iorveth in the world, and that's just fine with him. He's always wanted something one-of-a-kind; he'd imagined it would be some sort of couture jewelry or a fancy dagger rather than a person, admittedly.

As he sits up beside Iorveth, he reaches out to tweak the ring hanging from the chain around his neck. ]

Fine, if you don't want to wash my soft, luxurious hair.

[ Iorveth did say that he enjoys tangling his fingers in soft hair, after all, and that's a service Astarion can surely provide. He's only teasing, though; things like washing another person's hair must be common for someone like Iorveth who comes from such a collectivist community, but Astarion has almost always bathed alone. Sometimes, the lukewarm water in the tiny washtub in the corner of the dormitories was his only reprieve from the unwanted company of his fellow spawn. ]

Mm, but I suppose that just means I'll have to be the one to wash your soft, luxurious hair. All right, I'll let you go look through Shadowheart's things.