[ A funny little dance: Iorveth, trying to figure out how much this finicky cat likes being held, and how much holding he can tolerate before feeling like he's being trapped and has to squirm away.

For now, though, Iorveth has been given permission. His arms loop around Astarion's waist, a loose sort of hold since they're still in public, and "all to myself" is impossible when passers-by keep glancing their way. It's very hard to be discreet when one's partner is a 15 out of 10. ]

I only want you, [ he reminds Astarion with blunt honesty, tacitly cycling back to the accusation that Iorveth may or may not care as much as he should. Affirming and reaffirming, since that was the reason for the row in the first place. ] Everything else is an afterthought.

[ Astarion, and other nice things. Speaking of, there's a bookstore nearby that is still miraculously open at this time of night, which might be a nice place to stop by before they return to the tower. He can buy something for Astarion to read while Iorveth sticks to him like glue.

A slight coaxing, and Iorveth takes a step, bringing Astarion with him. ] ...I didn't relish walking away from you. I'll not do it again.