[ Nature is gross, but Iorveth isn't, and Astarion would very much like to see the glow of sunlight on his body. He remembers, briefly, that they'd bought a tattoo ink that sparkles in the sunlight, and he's suddenly filled with renewed interest in the idea now that he'll actually get to see it glitter.

—But then Damris rears his (unfortunately not actually) ugly head. Astarion would have been embarrassed at being caught quite literally sitting in Iorveth's lap once upon a time, but no longer. If anyone has an issue with their very enthusiastic displays of affection, it's only because they're jealous of the depth of love they share. Most people will never experience such a thing! How sad for them.

He probably shouldn't antagonize Damris when he's wearing a cloak that Damris would have every reason to want to steal, but: ]

Ugh, you're like a bad copper.

[ Always turning up. ]

Can't you see I'm busy basking in the sun? The stench of your jealousy is wafting over here and ruining the atmosphere.