[ Against Iorveth's warm mouth, he smiles; it's something he's been doing a lot lately. He used to smile often before, too, but it was different. Practiced things, megawatt smiles that never reached his eyes. He doesn't think about how to smile in the most charming way, or just how wide enough to grin not to show his fangs, or how to make it properly simpering enough in the eyes of his master. He doesn't think about anything at all, except Iorveth's mouth against his. ]

I happen to rather enjoy seeing you with things in your mouth.

[ He carves another piece of cake off with his fork, spearing it and holding it up for consumption. ]

And I find that, despite all odds, I actually like tending to you. [ An incredulous little laugh. He isn't exactly a nurturing soul. ] I know, I can hardly believe it myself.