[ Not long ago, Iorveth had been trying to convince him that it would be healthy for them to spend some time apart. If he ever tries to do so again, Astarion might have to actually kill him. He runs a hand over Iorveth's cheek, flushed for another reason now, pleasure pinking his cheeks and ears. And, hells, probably the rest of him, too. It feels like there isn't an inch of him that isn't buzzing with happiness. ]

And I want you.

[ Obviously. It's the whole reason this just happened in the first place. He'd planned on just slipping the ring on Iorveth's finger and calling it a day, but in the moment, it had seemed so... without pomp, for something so monumental.

He giggles then, nervous and giddy. ]

Well! Who could ever have imagined that I would be marriage material? I thought I'd be sowing my wild oats for centuries to come.

[ Honestly, it's not something he ever really thought about before Iorveth came along. Before Cazador, it was an unexciting given that he'd marry someone for status and wealth, maybe have a couple of little brats running about the place. After Cazador, it was a given that he'd never do it whether he wanted to or not. Once the worm gifted him with freedom, the thought of belonging to someone else again would have repulsed him. It's only recently that he's learned belonging to someone because he wants to is endlessly different. ]

--Oh, gods, Gale will insist on coming and giving a speech.

[ He does his best to sound like he doesn't want that, but the excitement in his voice gives him away. ]