[ Iorveth's unwarranted (?) confidence in himself extends, of course, to Astarion. He's seen Astarion maneuver through an admittedly clumsy regicide, has seen him bludgeon Cazador to death, has seen him guide Petras and the other spawn to freedom. Astarion can, and Iorveth will do everything in his power to make sure that Astarion will.

So. He takes the "fine", and lets it fuel him. Getting up with his stack of plates, Iorveth makes his way over to the sink to scrub at porcelain while he thinks out loud. Again, always moving. ]

I suppose we could ask the staff at Blackstaff for a loan.

[ Humming, as he rinses a bowl. ]

We simply won't mention that the loan is indefinite.

[ It's underhanded, yeah, but between making a bunch of nerds mad and making Astarion happy, Iorveth knows which one he'd choose. ]