[ Maybe Astarion is stupid because Iorveth keeps rewarding him for being stupid with things like kisses. Soon, he'll get a Pavlovian reaction of unexplained joy whenever he does something particularly harebrained. Astarion leans in to kiss him back, no longer frowning; he'd thought kissing Iorveth to be a cheat code for happiness on demand once upon a time, and now he knows that's unequivocally true. ]

As you should. I'd be your knight in leather armor, my dear.

[ When will Iorveth get it into his thick head that the only thing worth doing in this world is protecting him? If Astarion can't do that, then there's no point in doing anything at all. ]

But you needn't worry your pretty little head about any of that. [ A pat to the aforementioned pretty head. ] We won't be making any deals with hags, of course. A devil at the very most.