[ It should be unsettling how seamlessly Iorveth makes the transition from the pampering lover to the cold abductor, but Astarion finds that it makes him feel a little hot under the collar. Sue him. Iorveth is irresistible when he's doing terrible things to people who would hurt them.

Astarion follows him through the doorway before leaning himself up against the wall closest to it, keeping his distance. This is Iorveth's rodeo. He wouldn't want to step on any toes. However, he does speak up upon seeing Damris thrashing against his bindings: ]

Oh, my gods. You really couldn't be any more dramatic.

[ His eyes roll back into his head, and he groans, immaturely irritated. ]

If you think this is bad, clearly your master is kinder than I thought.