[ Iorveth really has lost his entire mind, since all he sees when he watches Astarion whine and pull himself upright is a melodramatic white cat kneading the mattress with its claws. The word "cute" knocks against the glass door of his consciousness, and Iorveth grudgingly lets it in to acknowledge it. Sometimes he still wants to throw himself out of a window whenever he feels too smitten.

Instead of defenestrating himself, he chooses to treat Astarion like the oversized feline that he is; palm to Astarion's jaw, Iorveth caresses lightly behind his ear. ]

I know better than to bargain with a githyanki when I'm unarmed.

[ Wry, still amused. ] There were worse things she could've threatened us with. Playing messenger is a non-errand: her way of officially saying "take the day off", I suppose.

[ He thumbs against Astarion's jaw, and lets go. ] Come with me. I wish to see you in daylight.