[ Iorveth's declaration that he'll no longer act a fool in front of others makes Astarion frown, displeased. (He should care more about kissing Astarion's face than what people think of him!) The mention of nights deepens his frown. He doesn't want anything to do with the politics of a place he doesn't care about beyond Iorveth's attachment to it, but it does feel disappointing to know he'll have nothing to do with Iorveth's real life, under the sun. He'll be relegated to the darkness again, someone for Iorveth to visit only after nightfall.

Blatantly delusional: ] We don't know that the tadpole will stop granting me benefits after we destroy the brain.

[ There's nothing suggesting that it won't wither up and die, but gods, life without the tadpole sounds like a depressing existence. No, it is a depressing existence -- he knows because he had to endure it before. ]

For all we know, you won't need to lose a moment of beauty rest.