[ Astarion, privy to all of Iorveth's vulnerabilities. He shifts where he's wrapped himself around the body next to him, smoothing a palm up what he knows is Astarion's back, before cracking open his remaining green eye. Kneaded awake by his favorite cat. ]

...A pleasant thing, for your face to be the first thing I see. [ Everyone who modded out Grinchstarion is weak....... Iorveth plants a kiss to Astarion's jaw, and slowly, slowly unfurls his grip from around that eminently holdable waist. ] Is it already dark?

[ He'll answer his own question: a sideways roll that unfortunately pulls him away from the not-so-warm body on the bed, to peek through the curtains at the state of the outside world, at the bustling night that follows the busy day in Waterdeep. ]

Mm. We should get ready to leave.