[ Iorveth opens one eye, and Astarion closes one, tongue running over the point of his fang in concentration as he trims the curve of Iorveth's bangs. He isn't particularly experienced in hair-cutting, but he's dexterous enough with the scissors that his work looks passable. Besides, he's spent more time looking at Iorveth's face than anyone else in the world, which probably helps.

More hair falls to the floor as he says, ] Well, maybe you can break some fingers.

[ It's hot when Iorveth hurts someone. He won't be accepting any criticism of his mental wellbeing at this time. ]

But parties really are for more subtle forms of violence. You know, spreading rumors, ending friendships, causing mass hysteria.