[ An extended silence after Astarion seems to give up on the matter of their future (Astarion's future), and Iorveth sighs. Sitting back up again, water displacing gently around him, he turns and reaches up－

－and tugs on Astarion's arms, hopefully forcing him to slide, clothes and all, into the water. Like picking up and dumping an unruly, sullen cat into a bath. Which is basically what's happening, as far as Iorveth is concerned. ]

Idiot. [ Again. ] You might not, but I'll claw and fight until my last breath for a way to extend my life without you having to ascend.

[ Deranged elf, always swimming up waterfalls and fighting obviously losing battles. Any hardship or suffering feels worth it if it contributes to the future of the people he loves. ]