[ Astarion gives him an obvious up-and-down appraisal, overjoyed that Iorveth is dressed so smartly yet irritated beyond belief by the hideous shoes ruining everything. Honestly, he can never have anything! He gravitates toward Iorveth all the same, hands wrapping around his middle and pulling him in. ]

Mmmm. I suppose those shoes have some purpose after all. If not for them, I'd be inclined to rip your clothes off where you stand.

[ He still is, a little bit, but he's always a little bit inclined to do that. ]

I dare say a chastity belt wouldn't be more effective.

[ Light bullying. He's obviously still pleased with the rest of Iorveth's ensemble, hands wandering up to adjust his collar like an animal grooming another animal. ]