[ A cant of his head, thoughtful. He knows Iorveth loves him, obviously, but it still knocks the wind out of him every time to be told something like this. Centuries of not mattering, and Iorveth somehow decided to put him first. His heart grows a few more sizes, and suddenly it feels like it might burst out of his chest. ]

I didn't have a day of peace until I met you, you know.

[ Until quite a bit after he met Iorveth, but that doesn't sound quite as romantic. The point is that there's only one person in this world who's ever brought him comfort, and it's a deranged terrorist with three knives on his belt.

Wilting away from vulnerability: ] —But you really must stop being so adorable, or I'll be inclined to throw you back on the bed again.