[ Astarion sits up a little, tacit encouragement for Iorveth to continue grooming him. This really is so very twee, and the worst part is that he doesn't even feel ashamed about it. He's always longed for Iorveth's attention, really. Even back when all Iorveth did was glower at him, he'd sought out even his negative attention, poking and prodding and pushing until Iorveth called him a fool or threatened to gut him.

This is much more pleasurable, though.

He lets Iorveth run the comb through his pillow-mussed hair, brow furrowed. ]

Perhaps this is one of the topics we should have discussed before the engagement. I love you, darling, but I don't want to adopt a tiefling with you.