[ 'Celebrating vigorously'. A hum-laugh, and Iorveth finally lets the last of his posturing drain from his shoulders, succumbing to the pleasant feeling of Astarion's now-familiar touch. ]

Things rarely go as one hopes, love.

[ A mean, cynical statement, tempered (he hopes) by the use of that affectionate term, love. Still, Iorveth isn't quite looking to have the last word tonight, so he lets the preaching go.

Instead: ] Ambitious of you, regardless, to have assumed that you could have gotten erect after three days without rest.

[ Translation: "ain't no way you could have gotten a boner". Iorveth is the worst. ]