[ Astarion loves Iorveth, he does. But that doesn't mean Iorveth doesn't fucking irritate him sometimes. He frowns at 'I've earned my disrespect', displeased. Who cares if Iorveth did a little light terrorism? Like terrorism's such a crime?

Well. Maybe it is, but he doesn't care. Iorveth could mass murder every damn human in the world, and he'd still be the best person on this planet. Astarion wouldn't even miss them! Except maybe Gale. And Wyll. The jury's still out on Minsc.

He reaches down, taking Iorveth's head in his hands, thumbs pressed against the line of his jaw. ]

When will you get it through your thick skull? I'm in love with you, you infuriating man. Disrespect to you is disrespect to me.