[ Astarion adores when Iorveth is a freak, actually. It's funny, because he's historically hated listening to deranged fantasies, but Iorveth's all feel terribly nonthreatening. Eccentric, really.

He presses his mouth against Iorveth's cheek. ]

I love you more, of course. [ As always. ] And now that we've gotten this pesky sun issue taken care of, we can start looking into your immortality.

[ Just in case Iorveth somehow had the deluded idea that it's just something they'd maybe address at some point in the distant future. No better time than the present to start obsessing over a new goal that will definitely fix his entire life this time. ]