[ Hm. Sliding down so that the back of his head settles against the edge of the pool, shoulders under the water and his hair (slightly longer since the last time Astarion trimmed it) swimming around him, Iorveth marinates for a second. ]

So you say, after making life in the forest sound like an intolerable concession.

[ Apparently, Astarion still thinks wood elves just kind of. Roll around in dirt and sleep on beds made of leaves. (Maybe some of them do???) He doesn't want to start a fight after a stressful night and an unsuccessful mission, but here he is anyway. ]

I said I want to build my future with you, in whatever form that takes. With you, you dolt.

[ Eternity is a long time, if they manage to secure it for the both of them. Iorveth is of the opinion that neither of them should suffer it. ]