[ It isn't a scolding, or if it is it's a very mild one, but Astarion is in the mood to take it like one regardless. ]

Oh, well, if I'd only known to be careful.

[ Usually, he's like a stray cat rubbing up against Iorveth's legs, begging for affection from the first person to ever show it kindness and gentleness. Right now, though, he's more like a feral cat circling the perimeter, interested in Iorveth but too wary to accept a pet on the head. Taking affection from Iorveth now would just be humiliating.

He does soften slightly, leaning against the windowsill and inspecting the bite marks. A little bit red and ugly, but he's hardly maimed. ]

You needn't waste a spell. I guess it was just a matter of time before something bit back.