[ Astarion kind of doesn't care about the leg, actually, and so far it's only been an annoyance that gets in the way of him getting what he wants. But it is sweet that Iorveth cares about his recovery, although that sort of just makes him want to have crazy public patio sex more, so then he's back to square one. ]

That's terribly romantic. [ A pause. ] And ridiculously stupid.

[ Iorveth contains multitudes. It's practically a fantasy come true for someone to care about this as much as Astarion does, but it's a nightmare to imagine Iorveth actually doing it. ]

Ugh. I don't know whether to kiss you or throttle you for it.

[ Maybe both, if Iorveth's into that. He shakes his head. ]

If it had been the wrong cloak, then— [ Astarion frowns in thought. ] Well, I'm not actually sure. [ He didn't think that far ahead!! ] But I surely wouldn't have allowed you within a mile of that hag.