[ Iorveth is very much a freak, and Astarion is very much endeared by it. It feels nice to have such intensity of feeling focused solely on him, to be special to someone. It feels good to be liked, to have his thoughts and feelings matter. One could grow addicted to the feeling.

He leans against the railing leading up to the room, posing as nonchalantly and attractively as he can manage. ]

Don't take too long. You wouldn't believe it looking at this angelic face [ —ha— ] but I've been known to cause trouble when I'm bored.

[ If Gale's up there and traps Iorveth in one of his inescapable conversations, Astarion is liable to start making mischief down here. ]