[ The idea that Iorveth would 'risk earning his ire' after having done just that (and having done it plenty of times previous, too) is ridiculous, but he is right: Astarion would be furious if he had to wear frumpy robes. Part of him misses the power and prestige that came with being an important person, but he also knows that it would be nearly impossible to ever live that sort of lifestyle again. His vampirism flies under the radar because he simply isn't relevant enough for people to pay attention; as a magistrate, everyone would be looking for reasons to extort him, and being undead would be a vulnerability he couldn't afford.

Besides, he's not really into the whole 'working' thing.

He takes small bites of the blood pudding, a little apprehensive of chewing and swallowing solid food instead of gulping down blood. It feels strange — not unpleasant, but strange. It's been two centuries since he consumed anything but pure blood. The parts of the sausage that aren't blood do very little for him, but it's nice to be included.

Astarion is lovingly watching Iorveth inhale his meal when Gale speaks up. 'Unfriendly individuals'. He laughs under his breath. ]

Oh, we've never had to contend with unfriendly individuals before.

[ It's not like they killed a giant evil brain or anything. ]

Of course I'd still be keen. I don't care what we have to do or who we have to kill.