[ Leave it to Iorveth to make his confessions of undying devotion so damned dire. It makes Astarion's heart feel warm regardless. That's all he wanted, really: for Iorveth to feel the same as he does, to be as selfish as he is. Equal in all things, after all. He squeezes Iorveth's hand back, mouth quirking up into a crooked smile. ]

I've infinite time, need I remind you.

[ All the time in the world, quite literally. Iorveth can take and take and take it, and still there'll be more left. A daunting thought, if not for having someone he loves to spend it with. What did he ever imagine he'd fill his time with after ascension? No amount of spawn or thralls could fill the void of Iorveth. ]

—Let's return to the tower. I plan to shower with you affection, and I wouldn't want to make the bards jealous.