[ Ooh, 'betrothed'. Iorveth is so dramatic; he loves it. It's comforting, really. Iorveth never makes him wonder. His love might be 'too much' for some, but for someone like Astarion who's been starved of it for so long, it's just enough. And that's all that matters, really, because he wants to be the only person that receives Iorveth's excessive affection for the rest of eternity. Spoiled, forever.

The tired-but-friendly gnome returns with Iorveth's requested food, balancing plates that are much too heavy for him. He places half of it in front of Iorveth and half of it in front of Astarion, presumably because he thinks that this amount of food must be for two people. (If only he'd ever seen Iorveth eat. The man is a black hole.) Astarion is in a good mood, so he only thanks him for the plates and gently pushes them toward Iorveth. ]

If you don't eat now, I won't be able to stop myself from cherishing you in a way that's not appropriate for the public.