[ Paranoia had closed around his heart like a vise, but its grip on him loosens with Henrik's. Astarion still finds himself taking one unconscious, surreptitious step behind Iorveth as he watches the madness unfold. He has his voice back, though, and he lets his gaze flicker up at Delia for a brief moment. With any luck, his reluctance to be looked at will be seen as a sign of a demure personality. ]

A dangerous criminal? Why, I wouldn't hurt a fly. [ He glances at Iorveth. ] —Outside of the bedroom, of course.

[ "What I wouldn't give!" Delia groans before turning back to Henrik, her stare withering. "Is that it? You're jealous that they actually have some adventure in the bedroom instead of lying there like a dead fish while I do all the work?"

That's a death blow. Astarion lifts a hand to cover his mouth, concealing both the laugh that pours out of him and his fangs. Henrik has gone red from head to toe, hissing, "Delia! Not in front of strangers!" ]

Ah— clearly, you two could use the library more than we could. [ Torrid sex life, and all. It does always seem to come back to that cover story one way or another. As light and breezy as he can muster, he adds, ] We'll just take our leave. Try the chair, why don't you? Restraints always work a treat to get this one excited.

[ With a pleasant smile plastered on his face, he shoves Iorveth toward the door. ]