[ Deign isn't the word, but if he's to play Iorveth's highborn forced-consort, perhaps it's fitting. (Mmm, how sexy. They'd be at each other's throats until the simmering tension between them boiled over and they made vigorous love. At least, that's how it would work if this were a romance novel with a shirtless man on the front. In reality, being at each other's throats is often a lot more distressing and a lot less arousing.)

He tips his chin up to mirror Iorveth, eyes glinting playfully. ]

How not to eat like an animal, for one.

[ There is some truth in this. Iorveth eats like a man starved, which Astarion happens to find charming but very feral. ]

You'll need to know which fork and knife to use if you're going to come live with me in my castle.