[ Astarion slumps in his seat, pouting. Mercurial as always, his mood has turned from manic joy to petulant sullenness in an instant. Why should he have to tell Iorveth what he wants? Iorveth should just do the things he wants without having to be told! ]

I want to find that damned cloak.

[ More than anything. More than he wants to accompany Iorveth to the north, that's for sure. He's spent so much of his time following other people—Cazador, Lae'zel, Iorveth—but now, finally, he's decided to go after something for himself. Killing Cazador was step one, but that cloak would bring him near complete freedom. The sort of life he should have had. ]

...I would understand, if you had other matters to attend to.

[ He totally wouldn't, but he's trying to sound mature. ]

I'll do it with or without your help.

[ He sounds more confident than he is. In truth, he's terrified that he won't be able to accomplish it alone. ]