[ It's actually astonishing how quickly Iorveth's brain comes back online. A little annoying, actually—he worked hard to empty that mind—but also endearing. Iorveth makes plans about plans. He's irritating and perfect.

With a pout: ] This isn't the sort of pillow talk we should be having.

[ Iorveth should be gushing about how wonderful Astarion is, and how he's so much better in bed than anyone else he's ever been with, and his cock is bigger, too. Then again, it is Astarion's fault. He should have kept his mouth shut and waited to suggest buying holy water tomorrow. ]

But, if you must know, I'm not sure I like the idea of looping someone else in. It's— [ He frowns deeper, turning over so that he isn't looking at Iorveth anymore, like saying this while showing his face would be too humiliating. ] No matter how much a spawn hates his master, you can't trust him. He'd do anything to avoid just one beating.