[ Poor Gale, is what a normal person would think; instead, Iorveth reacts by rolling his eye and sitting on the mattress next to Astarion with his sewing kit again. ]

The wizard may be desperate, but I doubt he's that desperate.

[ A low huff-chuckle, and he flicks the corner of the pilfered smut novel with an index finger. ]

That said, he may enjoy descriptions of a crown prince's glistening, spread thighs more than I do.

[ Poor Gale, Part 2. Iorveth hears him splutter and pointedly pull his blankets over his head.

"I came back for a nap, thank you very much." ]