[ "And find that cloak I will," Gale replies, warm and happy to be asked. "As for Iorveth, well..."

Iorveth reaches for another helping of cheese, head tipped in distinct "feral animal" fashion.

"...I'll do my best."

Poor Gale. Iorveth laughs despite himself, low and soft. ] I'm already outstaying my welcome. Don't give him any more reasons to want to throw me out.

[ A wave of his hand, dismissive. Gale looks like he wants to say something about that, but is interrupted by Iorveth's addendum: ] For a start, we'll be going out tonight. No need to play host for dinner.