[ Astarion glowers at Tara's prim little face for a moment longer, before sighing and turning to look at Iorveth, eyes big and imploring. Is it insane to try to cutely manipulate Iorveth multiple times in one day? Unfortunately, Astarion chronically pushes his luck. ]

Yes, you should, [ he agrees, bringing their joined hands to his face and resting his cheek against them. ] I'm in desperate need of your tender ministrations.

[ Gale looks a little perturbed. "Oh, please, not in the middle of the sitting room—" ]

Not that kind of tender ministration, you filthy little boy.