[ The grounding is appreciated, and perhaps needed. Waterdeep'd been an adjustment, and Iorveth'd thought that it would prepare him for any other city to follow, but he's finding that he was sorely wrong: Athkatla is even busier, even more awake at this time of night than Waterdeep'd been, and less polite about its interest in strangers. Two tall elves wearing nice Waterdhavian clothing is attracting more than a few eyes, and the casual attention, no matter how harmless it is, makes Iorveth's hackles rise somewhat.

Astarion's steady and confident presence helps. Matching his stride to his partner's pace, Iorveth steers them as best he can, relying on sparse guideposts to point him in the right direction while ignoring several Athkatlans who try to speak to them in the interim. Thank the gods Astarion distracts him with mentions of biting. ]

Magnanimous as always. [ A huff-laugh, and a glance Astarion's way. The irritated furrow between Iorveth's brows fades when he's focused on the welcome presence next to him. ] I've been missing your teeth.

[ A very normal thing for a normal elf to say. ]

I always look forward to you asking me for a bite, you know.