[ It's a little sweet, how Astarion folds his clothes so neatly before setting them aside, a casual subversion of vain people treating their belongings callously. Again, Astarion is a mess of charming contradictions that are as annoying as they are improbably, impossibly lovable.

Speaking of annoying, though. Iorveth knows why Astarion is making this disclaimer, but－ ]

I would "mind terribly", [ is a low murmur, with one arm curling around Astarion's bare waist to pull him inwards, ] if you don't come here.

[ Stupid cat. Iorveth fucking adores him. ]

Or are you saying that I've not properly expressed how much I appreciate your qualities?