[ He can feel Astarion starting to get impatient underneath him, so Iorveth dips one last time for a quick kiss to the center of that scar-mapped circle before he slides off and gives Astarion room to roll. Still deranged enough to find it all very cute, of course, even despite the topic of conversation. ]

I remember. [ To the point of not being able to tolerate touch. ] The first I gave you my blood, you made sure your teeth were the only thing in contact with me.

[ Not to mention how he'd toed Iorveth awake after his nap, like a sack of potatoes. It makes Iorveth laugh now to think of it, sitting (naked) with Astarion next to him. ]

Aen Seidhe often communicate using touch. [ Braiding each other's hair, bathing with each other, sharing a bed. Casual, platonic intimacy. ] It could be that I wish to communicate with you more than most.