[ Cute aggression. Sometimes Iorveth just wants to gnaw on Astarion when he's being particularly sweet; the compulsion is stronger in this particular moment, when the memory of unsavory interactions is fresh on his mind. ]

A dangerous thing to permit me to do. [ He doesn't feel particularly inclined to practice seducing other people, but he does feel inclined to make Astarion flush every so often. Iorveth has no idea what to expect from this party, really, but his only goal is to make sure that Astarion feels important throughout. The things he'd do to make sure that his fussy cat feels catered to occasionally, he swears. ]

I'll distract you from all the pretty trinkets on display, and you'll go home tonight with your pockets empty.

[ He hums, offhandedly teasing as they slow their strides to match the people in front of them who are lined up to be let in; the wait turns out to be negligible, as the guards at the entrance barely look at the invitations to see if the names on print match the ones that are spoken. A testament to what kind of people have shown up: if they were smart enough to steal or con an envelope from someone who legitimately received one, they're qualified to join the celebration. ]