[ Ugh. Astarion rolls his eyes at the thought of 'a night with Wyll'. He doesn't need a night with a man who's invested in the idea of courtly love. Even if he did have the desire to be with someone besides Iorveth—which he doesn't—he'd choose someone less liable to get... attached. The same qualities that are charming about Wyll are the ones that make him an awful choice for a one night stand. Astarion would probably wake the next morning to Wyll doodling Mr. Wyll Ancunín in a notebook. Or, gods, Mr. Astarion Ravengard. ]

You're especially alluring when you pine.

[ Unhealthy, probably, but the confirmation that someone cares to lose him feels good. As much as he's given Iorveth permission to seek outside pleasure—and meant it, or thought he did—he'd throw a fit if Iorveth ever let Lae'zel (or anyone else, for that matter) give him bruises. It's only natural, he thinks, to want to know that the feeling is mutual.

A little sulky: ] You could deny me a little. Or is it a wood elf requirement to encourage free love?

[ Since, well, the other wood elf he knows certainly does. ]