[ Astarion closes his eyes and readies himself to be properly lavished with affection, and— oh. He cracks one eye open, then the other. ]

I guess the moment is over.

[ Damris has managed to ruin something yet again, and he's not even awake (hopefully). What the hells is the point of having a spat if it doesn't end in him being kissed all over his face and endlessly told how wonderful he is?

But he does want the awful creature gagged, because not only does he not want to hear anything the man has to say, he really doesn't want his shouting to draw unnecessary attention from anyone on the lower floors. He clambers out of the bath alongside Iorveth, a large puddle on the floor where he stands. ]

At least put on a robe before you go in there. I don't like the idea of him having access to all of your, ah, vulnerable parts.

[ Vampire spawn are crafty! He could bite off Iorveth's dick, and gods, that would be a fiasco. ]