I'm not ready to rest. [ Said with all the petulance of a child being faced with bedtime. ] We only just got here, and you've barely even kissed me at all.

[ And there's still ink and a tattoo quill in that pack that needs using. Despite all of this, Astarion does make his way through the living room and into the nearest bedroom, discovering that the bed is, in fact, purple. Even the wood the bedframe is made of has a slight violet sheen to it, and the silky sheets are a deep wine.

Kicking his boots off, he flops onto the bed back first. ]

You know, taking on a vampire lord in his lair is very dangerous. Who knows how many more nights you have left with me?

[ True, actually, but also an excuse to make Iorveth spoil him with affection. ]