[ Iorveth is very handsome when he laughs. A rare occurrence, but becoming less so. Astarion wishes he could trap those laughs in a jar to enjoy forever, but alas, Iorveth's jubilation is fleeting. He sneaks his hand out from under Iorveth's shirt to run a thumb across the softened lines of his face, laughing himself. ]

I'd sooner wear beige than watch you invoke any god.

[ Even Sune, whose portfolio of love and beauty is more tolerable than that of, say, Lathander. Hope, light, destruction of the undead. Gross. ]

But I'm sure I can find plenty of ways to desecrate a bathhouse.