[ Resting well has put him in a shockingly good mood, all things considered. The aftershocks of yesterday are still there, but they're not quite as strong; it's hard to believe that anything could hurt him too badly when the world is narrowed down to this, just a soft bed and a warm body. This is what he wants forever, every day until eternity runs out. When it does, he'll hold Iorveth just like this as the sun burns out.

Too deranged for this early in the morning. He says none of it, just brushes his lips against Iorveth's in a light approximation of a kiss. ]

How convenient. I also wished for your lovely face to be the first thing I saw.

[ Astarion hears the footsteps, technically, but anything happening outside this room is so unimportant as not to exist. He runs the back of his fingers down Iorveth's cheek, mouth twitching up. ]

I know I'm the man of the hour, but how do you feel?