[ Peering over Iorveth's shoulder, he says, ] Oh, don't worry, darling. I've already purchased a rather large amount of oil for that purpose in Athkatla.

[ More things he probably shouldn't be saying in public. Oh, well!!! He would have already dipped into his lubrication supply, if not for this stupid leg. Being close to Iorveth is not enough, he needs one of them to be inside the other.

But he's still on stupid canoodling restrictions, so he sighs and rests his chin on Iorveth's shoulder. ]

I wouldn't mind having you tenderly rub some of that [ —a salve in a soothing, pale blue tin— ] on my wounds, though. [ A pause. ] Tenderly.

[ He's delicate. ]