[ Iorveth is in perpetual motion, and Astarion considers telling him to just relax for once in his life--after all, he's happy to provide by hustling, cheating, and stealing--but such a request is probably impossible for Iorveth. If he'd like to 'do some earning' (however oddly vague such a goal is), Astarion wouldn't dream of stopping him. He imagines life is difficult to adjust to now that Iorveth doesn't have to work to survive every single day. Perhaps it's enrichment, then, for him to give himself a mission to accomplish.
Besides, Astarion already knows that if he sat at home alone, Iorveth's body would be at rest but his mind would still be running a thousand miles a minute. Those gears never stop turning. Maybe it's for the best that Iorveth thinks too much, because Astarion often thinks too little. They balance each other out in that way.
Running a hand down Iorveth's bicep, he says, ] Please do. If you aren't home, I'll have to cuddle with Gale instead.
[ "You needn't make that sound like such a trial," Gale complains. "I'll have you know that Tara enjoys it very much." ]
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Besides, Astarion already knows that if he sat at home alone, Iorveth's body would be at rest but his mind would still be running a thousand miles a minute. Those gears never stop turning. Maybe it's for the best that Iorveth thinks too much, because Astarion often thinks too little. They balance each other out in that way.
Running a hand down Iorveth's bicep, he says, ] Please do. If you aren't home, I'll have to cuddle with Gale instead.
[ "You needn't make that sound like such a trial," Gale complains. "I'll have you know that Tara enjoys it very much." ]