[ Slightly exasperated: ] We didn't have to attend a party to steal from the rich.

[ He'd thought Astarion would want to mingle a bit more, to brush elbows with individuals of (middling) prestige, but apparently he finds them all boring. Figures. His foolish, shortsighted, fickle cat― Iorveth is reminded of a stray that paws at someone's leg for food, then complains incessantly when the food isn't exactly what they wanted.

Stupid, that he loves Astarion so much regardless. It's a bit unconscionable how much "I thought it would feel different" bothers Iorveth despite all the ways in which he hems and haws about Astarion not knowing what he wants; it seems terribly unfair that Astarion be disappointed by something that he didn't even know how to want.

So: ] ...That said, if the guards are as incompetent as the ones at the gate, it should be easy enough to get past them.

[ Astarion's barely smiled all night. If breaking and entering is what it takes for him to enjoy this stupid soiree, Iorveth will play along. ]

We'll need to search the mansion, first. An easy task.