[ There it is, that crooked little smile. Iorveth puffs a quiet chuckle, and turns his palm over on Astarion's face to pinch his nose between a thumb and forefinger. ]

Possibly. [ Sure, Iorveth didn't really want to perceive being Into Astarion until Astarion got hit in the head with a blunt weapon, but whatever. He wouldn't be here if some part of him didn't find Astarion alluring, even then. ] Though some of the thinking revolved around throwing you out of the nearest window.

[ "How dare you make me want to kiss you," etc. Iorveth drinks another sip of wine, and stubbornly refuses to meet Hyacinth's eyes when she swishes by their table and settles another bottle of something strong alongside a bowl of snack food. ]

―If I ask you a question in return, would you answer it?