[ Fun. A concept that Iorveth doesn't flirt with often; he so rarely seeks it out or expects it (while he has fun, his people suffer) that it seems rather trite whenever people bring it up. Especially here, in the context of enjoying this particular gathering of ill-humored individuals whose idea of fun seems to be borrowed from drow society.

Still, it's well within Iorveth's interests to contribute to Astarion's happiness, and if that involves the term fun, well. ]

What would make it feel better, then?

[ He asks, moving to lean against the nearest wall. He beckons for Astarion to follow, creating a quiet sliver of space for the both of them. ]

You could go gossip with the others, if that strikes your fancy. Do whatever you wish－ I'll not be far.