[ A very valid compliment, and one that clearly makes Astarion glow with pleasure. He grins before kissing Iorveth's perfect mouth, ever impatient but still gentle; Iorveth had requested that they be kind to each other last night, and he finds himself still in the mood for softness. Not yet ready to act like they hate each other, evidently. ]

Good. [ And another kiss to the corner of Iorveth's mouth. ] You know that I prefer you thoughtless, unless those thoughts are about me.

[ Their suite is spacious, but it's a bit embarrassing to think that Damris might be able to overhear this shmoop, so he lowers his voice. ]

I want to hold you. [ Very polite of him to ask instead of forcing his love on Iorveth like he normally does, he thinks. He still reaches out without being given an answer. ] I... want to be certain that you're still there while I trance.