[ This is ridiculous. Unfortunately, Astarion really does like being kissed, so for a moment his mind goes all happy-fuzzy and he melts into it, entirely unable to argue, before there's a little niggle in the back of his brain and he draws back, poking Iorveth in the chest now like he thinks he kissed Astarion to make him stupid on purpose. (He does not recognize that he was already stupid.) ]

Well, I don't need an eternity to prove it to you. I would do it right now, but—

[ He hikes his chin up, as if that is going to make what he has to say any less embarrassing. ]

If you're not going to take care of the problem you've caused [ —which is the weird boner he's starting to get, natch— ] then I'll have to excuse myself.

[ He is somehow still haughty about this. ]