[ Two steps forward, ten steps back. This takes him back to when they were still trying to figure each other out, wary of intention and ulterior motives: the thing that's changed since then is that Iorveth is fairly certain that he has a better read on Astarion than he did before.

So. ] I want to use the spell, which means I'll not be wasting it.

[ Again, plainly. But he doesn't push beyond that, keeping that offer on the table and continuing to observe Astarion from his vantage point, head tipped and watchful. ]

Astarion. [ He ventures, after a beat. ] I spoke gracelessly last night. I acknowledge it.