[ Iorveth similarly tugs Astarion upstairs, past a sleeping Tara in the sitting room and a stack of books about Athkatla and the Cloak of Dragomir (Gale's been doing his due diligence); he doesn't stop until they're in their room, door closed behind him, where he attempts to divest Astarion of his pack(s). ]

―I'll only ever want you, with or without rings.

[ A disclaimer, as he loosens collars and unpins the sun from Astarion's lapel, getting him ready to be more comfortable in bed. ]

But a ring will indicate to others that you're not just a companion to me. Not an idle tryst, not just a lover. [ Astarion won't be able to get away with what he'd done back on the outskirts of Flotsam, telling their assailants that he's Iorveth's hired hand. People will know, and that will present some dangers of its own. ]

Is that something you want?

[ Because Iorveth can wait. Again, a ring won't change what's already there. ]