[ It's fine if Astarion is a little smooth-brained, because he's so eminently charming (citation needed). Iorveth's love-drunk mind interprets Astarion's whimsical lack of consideration as a positive counterbalance to his own overactive paranoia; there's something flattering about being on the receiving end of Astarion's unplanned affection. At the very least, it feels honest and unfiltered.

Instead of balking at "mine forever"― which he might have, back when they were still figuring each other out― Iorveth leans into it, his own arms wrapping around Astarion's shoulders. By now, Iorveth has learned to interpret these casual (?) claims of ownership more as declarations of devotion rather than anything truly worrying.

(Delusional, perhaps.) ]

The Aen Seidhe can make jewelry. [ A light huff, harmlessly defensive about his culture again. ] I don't miss our tadpoles, but I should have used them more as tools for teaching before we got rid of them.

[ He could've beamed centuries of wood elf history directly into Astarion's brainfolds to stop him from dunking on them so often!!! Smh. ]