[ And just like a cat, Astarion leans into the touch, eyes slipping closed. He pays little attention to what Iorveth actually says, because there's no chance it's more interesting than Iorveth's calloused fingers stroking the tender skin behind his ear. It's only when Iorveth pulls away that he opens his eyes again, pouting at the withdrawal of affection before he swings his legs off the mattress and onto the floor. ]

I am even more stunning in the light, aren't I?

[ Something he tries not to think too deeply about, given that if he does, he'll soon start thinking about how scarce the time he has left in the daylight really is. He leans over, reaching to rummage through their bags for the other outfit Iorveth had purchased for him yesterday. ]

Rid yourself of that awful scarf already. You look better in the eyepatch.