You've nothing to live up to. [ Is the simple answer, perhaps a bit predictable in its bluntness. ] I see you only as you've been.

[ Questionably good at times, figuring himself out. Thoughtless but thoughtful, the usual mess of contradictions. Iorveth smiles as he thinks about it, and kisses the crown of Astarion's head before moving to get ready himself, detaching himself with some trouble to do so. ]

Besides, [ he adds with casual flair, tugging on a new tunic. ] I know you prefer to be the devilish rake. More your style.

[ Personal brands are important! Iorveth knows this better than most, and he laughs about it as he moves towards the door leading into the rest of their suite. ]

I'll go check on the tiefling. Call for me when you're ready.