[ An unexpected response, and one that spawns (ha) complicated emotions. On one hand, it's terribly sweet that Astarion would. On the other, Iorveth hates the thought of Astarion aimlessly wandering around looking for him, lonely and unhappy.

(He makes a mental note to actually remember Naspira; maybe there is something that can be done here.) ]

...A good thing, then, that you'll never have need to. [ A wan smile, followed by a nudge with his elbow. ] My mother taught me never to follow strangers into the dark.

[ Joking. But all this talk of spawn and vampires remind him that their quest for Astarion's cloak may lead them straight into the jaws of yet another Cazador-esque monster, which is something they should probably prepare a little better for this time around. It also makes Iorveth think about worst-case scenarios (as he's wont to do, paranoid as he is), so he ventures: ]

I'd always believed that, were I ever attacked by a vampire, I would choose death over being turned. ...But admittedly, thinking of leaving you behind complicates things.

[ Astarion has shifted the needle of Iorveth's preternatural need to find the right place and time to die; what a terrible thing, to find someone he'd want to live for, and live with. ]