[ Iorveth has a feeling that Astarion likes it when Iorveth is possessive, and that's certainly not something that he should encourage. Healthy boundaries, and all that. So, Iorveth makes the barest attempt at being diplomatic: ]

I wouldn't deny you a night with him if you wish it.

[ Just so that's clear. (That, and the party needs someone who can use Eldritch Blast.) With that said, he finishes his second glass of wine and rocks back closer to Astarion, tipping his chin with a careful index. ]

But your absence would be sorely felt. [ Diplomacy over. Again, Iorveth is just a man when he's with Astarion: not a commander, not the last of the free elves of the north. Just Iorveth.

Regardless, he laughs at how ridiculous it all is. Love makes people incredibly stupid, apparently. ]

I suspect you like making me pine.