[ Astarion laughs, soft and under his breath, as he runs his fingers through Iorveth's hair — more affectionate now, rather than comforting. ]

You're many things, my love, but 'boring' will never be one of them.

[ Even when Astarion had first met him and the mere thought of his self-righteous elf crusade had inspired irritation, he was never bored. How could he be? Iorveth was impossibly vexing from the beginning. Now, of course, he's still vexing, but somehow Astarion finds he likes being vexed by him. Again, problematic, but not boring. ]

But I thought they might have some insight into my, ah, problem.

[ If anyone would, wouldn't it be a group of 'so-called intellectuals'? Perhaps they won't have an answer, but they might be able to point them in the right direction to find one. ]

—But that's a thought for another day. Rest, darling.