[ "Return the favor", Astarion says, as if Iorveth hasn't already received the still-unbelievable boon of Astarion's continued presence. Waking up and noting that Astarion hasn't run off screaming yet is a gift every morning (night), but Iorveth figures that he probably shouldn't say that.

(Not to mention the impossible infernal power that Astarion gave up just because Iorveth asked him to. Like, sure, that power would likely have been corrosive and corruptive, but incredible power is still incredible power.) ]

Unfortunately. [ If only. That said, he'd rather earn the freedom of his people, so there's that. A soft hum, warm, and Iorveth leans back into his own space, brow raised. ] And you've already seen to most of my material needs.

[ Motioning towards his eyepatch, the new shoes, the tidy clothes (Gale's). ]

Though we may find something in our target's cabinet of curiosities that I'd want. Sending stones, and the like.