The Aen Seidhe don't "dance naked". [ Because that's the important thing here, right. That said, he knows what Astarion means, so he presses another kiss to his forehead, resting his lips there for a good few moments. Drinking him in. ] But I would rather stay clothed and in bed with you than watch pricks dangle in the night, yes.

[ His mouth travels down to Astarion's cheek, then to the corner of his mouth. Iorveth considers whether or not he would be allowed a proper kiss, but is interrupted, again, by Gale and his immaculate timing, his friendly voice cutting through their hushed conversation with almost comedic ignorance:

"Iorveth! I've made some breakfast, if you'd care to join me. My omelettes are looking quite fluffy this morning, if I may say so myself."

A low sigh, not quite sharp enough to sound annoyed. ]

If I pretend to be trancing, he might bring a tray up like a good housewife.