[ From beyond the grave. Now that's a sobering thought from an immortal perspective. He's never really thought about it before, that eternity means everyone he likes and loves will eventually fade away. After all, before recently, he had no one he liked or loved. It's an unpleasant realization, and his face falls as he watches Iorveth chew on his pilfered treat. ]

Will you?

[ Mood gone sour, he crosses his arms over his chest, eyeing the door that—presumably—leads to the outside. The back gardens, perhaps. ]

I guess we'll see about that. [ He wraps a hand around Iorveth's forearm, pulling him along. ] Come, let's get out of here before you eat every pastry in the building.