[ Iorveth, who wants to be seen for what he is, is nevertheless a little touched whenever Astarion gets a good read on him (however unflattering). He laughs to Astarion's sigh, accepting 'stubborn mule' with far more grace than he ever accepts 'handsome'. ]

It would be a shame not to be alive to see you in daylight.

[ Translation: "I don't want to die, don't worry." Resting his chin on Astarion's hair, Iorveth relaxes his hold and glances towards their bedroom. ]

Speaking of self-preservation. [ A pause, slightly contrite. ] ...I'll need a day to recover from last night.

[ His body hasn't particularly appreciated the rapid undoing of a fatal poison: he feels heavy, less quick. Not exactly peak hag-outwitting condition. ]

I understand the need to move quickly, but I'll not risk you because of my subpar condition.