[ He should be furious. Iorveth let him stew in all of that unpleasantness and blow up in a way that he'll certainly be embarrassed about tomorrow, when all along, it hadn't even mattered -- Iorveth was always going to be there regardless, and he knew it. Somehow, though, his love-addled brain manages to find this endearing. Iorveth is a drama queen who made him suffer for no reason, but Iorveth also loves him enough that he always intended to stay. How romantic!

He still has his pride, though, so he's sure to grouse, ] You unbearable man.

[ He's still nestled against Iorveth's body, very much bearing him. ]

You let me think you would rather dance naked in the forest with wood elves [ --or, you know, whatever the Aen Seidhe do-- ] than stay by my side.