[ A cat and dog, getting along. Iorveth finds it sweet despite all the ways in which the past few days have served to harden him again, and pushes off the bookshelf with a vague smile of his own, plucking a random tome from a pile to keep himself busy with later. ]

You are free of all that Netherese bile now.

[ Breezily, as he makes his way towards the stairs leading up to the guest bedroom. ]

If Astarion wishes to know what wizard tastes like, I'll not stop him.

[ As if Gale has no say in the matter. Awful. Iorveth is just tugging his metaphorical pigtails, though－ Astarion has always been exceedingly polite about not sinking his fangs into the members of their motley crew without their express permission, and Iorveth is fairly certain that Astarion will continue to extend that courtesy even though they've temporarily gone their separate ways. ]