[ Iorveth NoLastname, terror of the north, finally killed by a vampire offended by his choice in footwear. What a way to go, hypothetically. Instead of being offended by the well-earned threat, Iorveth looks pleased that it was leveled against him with the sort of crooked grin that suggests that he enjoys the audacity. ]

At this rate, you'll have a ring on every finger.

[ Taking one of Astarion's very pretty hands, pressing his lips against its knuckles. ]

I'll speak to Gale about it soon, if you can't bear to look frumpy for too long.

[ Again, tugging at pigtails. Like Iorveth said, Astarion could be wearing a burlap sack and he'd still lovely in sunlight, but "I'll kill you" was cute, and he likes it when Astarion bites or scratches back. Cute aggression, but self-aimed. ]