[ Of all the things to blame for the hypothetical death of his fake family, it had to be a gelatinous cube. Thankfully, looking offended is appropriate for the conversation they're having right now, so the furrow between his brows and the slight wrinkling of his nose fit the mood. ]

You said you would be patient.

[ Which is, again, a hilarious (affectionate) thing to expect from Astarion. Iorveth displaces himself from Astarion's side, unraveling their arms so he can fold his own across his chest. A familiar defensive stance, to be sure. ]

Which night was it? Unbelievable, that you had the nerve to come back into my bed afterwards.

[ "Oh Gods, I really don't need this right now." ]