[ Mood significantly improved now that they've dropped the topic of future vampire encounters, Astarion crawls back on top of Iorveth like a lapcat, pinching his angular nose. Every inch of him sharp and keen. Astarion can't imagine ever caring for anyone softer. Iorveth is perfect just how he is, jagged edges and all. ]

If you can still be sarcastic, [ he scolds before releasing Iorveth's nose, ] clearly I wasn't thorough enough.

[ It felt pretty thorough!! But there's always room for improvement, especially when one has a goal in mind. Case in point: ]

Next time, I'll make certain you can't even form coherent thought.