[ Mercurial as always. Iorveth loves that about Astarion, actually－ much prefers it over the smooth mask of theatrical unflappability that he used to wear when they first met. ]

Difficult to argue with that logic.

[ He does like keeping reminders of Astarion around, and Astarion does seem to derive some joy from shoving Iorveth in fancy outfits. Mutually beneficial. He thumbs over the knuckles of the hand playing with the chain around his neck, maintaining little points of contact. ]

Though I wear shoes down to nothing fairly quickly. [ This is where Astarion might argue that city life might extend the longevity of his footwear; he'd have a point. ] If you're to give me anything, I'd have it be something that lasts.

[ Gesturing to his eyepatch. Still the one that Astarion chose for him, the one that's starting to see a little wear and tear. ]