[ Iorveth's laugh is echoed in Astarion's own, breathless even though he doesn't need to breathe. That encounter had the potential to be awful, and it was in some ways, but it was fun, too. It's hard not to have fun when he's with Iorveth, which the Astarion of months ago would have scoffed at. He'd thought Iorveth the ultimate killjoy then, but Iorveth hadn't disparaged a member of the Flaming Fists' cock in front of him yet. ]

I'm the one who pinned you against a bookcase and sank my teeth into you.

[ And, unlike Iorveth, he was sober when he made that decision. As much as Astarion loves to foist the blame onto others, he was no innocent flower in this scenario.

He lets the backs of their hands graze against each other as if by accident, pinky finger brushing against the smooth stone of the stolen ring he gifted Iorveth. ]

I hope that didn't sober you up too much. We still have the circus to face.