[ All this tapping under the table is making Iorveth impatient now, and he says as much. ]

Not being near you is the challenge.

[ An absurd thing to say, he knows. He is near Astarion. Close enough that they can keep kicking each other and tangling ankles, which is what he does, briefly, before pulling back and finishing his first glass of wine in record time. ]

But I wonder if milord will ask me sweetly to move and sit next to him at the table.

[ Then Iorveth can spoil him rotten. And get drunker faster, perhaps. ]