[ Astarion crosses his arms. Yes, he did say he wanted to see Iorveth naked and dripping, but obviously he wanted to unwrap him first! With a petulant pout, he gets to ridding himself of his (Gale's) shirt, pulling it over his head. Afterward, he smooths down his hair just in case it got mussed. ]

Of course. Who do you think I am?

[ Maybe one day, the world will fear the House Ancunín, too. He'd hoped for it, back when ascension was still on his mind, but it seems a very faraway goal now. Certainly, no one fears his power now.

He unlaces his trousers next, letting them and his smallclothes pool around his ankles before stepping out and sinking into the water next to Iorveth. ]

Do you remember that first night we visited the bathhouse in Baldur's Gate? You refused to sleep with me. It was very rude of you.