[ He lets his cold hand dangle in the warm water, heating it up. Better to let it reach something resembling living body temperature before he tries to touch Iorveth with it. Astarion would hate to frighten Iorveth with a freezing hand on the back of his neck; after what he's been through today, that might be the thing that gives him a fatal heart attack. ]

I already said I'd spend my un-life holed up in some straw hut with intolerable elves for you.

[ He still doesn't really get how the Aen Seidhe live.

Then, grousing a little: ] But I suppose it would be nice if you didn't make eternity with me sound like a prison sentence.