[ Astarion cocks his head for a moment, surprised by the idea that Iorveth has anything at all planned. He shouldn't be, of course. Iorveth seems to be a pathological planner. On the one hand, it's charming, and probably the only reason they're both still alive and walking around. On the other hand, Astarion does wonder if the cogs in his mind ever stop whirring. ]

Mm. Admittedly, I've not been one for surprises in the past.

[ Mostly because they were usually bad. He thinks for a moment, then: ]

But if you're at the helm, I can't imagine being anything less than thrilled.

[ And, besides, surprises are romantic. Or so he's heard. ]

All right. I can entertain myself until you return. [ Whether or not he can do so without getting himself into trouble is another story, but Iorveth's the one who's trusting him unsupervised. ] Where shall we rendezvous?