[ Iorveth begins to talk of something other than the mindless debauchery and nauseating affection they've been discussing for the past however long, and although Astarion isn't proud of it, he instantly starts to tune it out. He can't help it! He's still on mindless debauchery and nauseating affection.

After a beat: ] Hm?

[ The gears behind his eyes visibly turn. Ah, right. He'd almost let himself forget that this isn't a normal celebratory dinner. It's a celebratory dinner for two people who are going to anger a hag tomorrow. Great. ]

Oh. [ He waves his free hand. ] Just throw them on the street somewhere. If someone picks up something so morbid, they deserve whatever curse is coming to them.

[ 'Sweet', Iorveth calls him. ]