[ Sure, Wyll was a foolish child with delusions of grandeur, but his contract with Mizora came from a place of unfathomable goodness. Wyll should have been scolded for thinking that he could depend on no one else, in Iorveth's not-so-expert opinion, but Duke Ravengard was a real ass for exiling his only son for making a poor choice. A typical human, in Iorveth's opinion. Short-sighted, caring only for appearances. The kind of human who deserves to be extorted by two deranged elves.

With that thought squared away, Iorveth is content to shower Astarion with the kind of affection that others have desperately tried to deter him from giving. Too thorough, too much. Treating him like the most special thing in the world, because he is. ]

I don't care for the humans governing it. [ Predictably. Astarion has not tried to deter Iorveth from his casual racism against and deep-seated resentment for humans, so Iorveth has not improved on this matter in the slightest. ] But I care for it in the sense of it being the place where I fell in love with you.

[ A quick kiss to Astarion's cheek, to cement the point. ]

...And Dolores will be happy to make something suitable for you to wear. For future occasions.