[ Methodically, like working a lock, his fingers search out areas of tension and press in until they relax. It's not much compared to everything Iorveth has done to make him happy, but it's one thing he can do to be of service. Iorveth should always enter his trance feeling loose and at ease. He's spent enough nights stiff and stressed, Astarion thinks. ]

Oh, darling, [ is mock-exasperated. ] We just can't go one day without making a new enemy, can we?

[ It's the Zhentarim. He's not too beat-up about it. ]

Luckily, you do inspire me to play the hero.