[ Loving a man halfway to death also means not allowing them to run rampant with ink and needle－ even Halsin would (probably) side-eye a tramp stamp (citation needed). Two roughly-circular marks on his neck seems demure in comparison, and people would likely question it less on Iorveth's neck, too busy with everything else going on from the chin up to note discreet pinpricks precariously close to his jugular.

So: ] That would be the point, foolish cat.

[ Flick, goes his index finger against the tip of Astarion's shapely nose. ]

Your mark on my skin, in your shape, permanently. [ Bluntly. Almost the opposite of romantic, if not for the fact that he places his palm over the hand tracking the veins on his neck; maybe not romantic, even then. Most people would probably be weirded out by someone casually expressing that he wants their teeth tattooed onto his skin, and reconsider being in a relationship with someone who thinks that that's normal, but.

Well. Iorveth will be Iorveth. ]

Pretty marks below an ugly face. I call it balance.