[ Ugh!!!! Planning. Astarion has an instant negative reaction to the thought, frowning even as he snatches Iorveth's hand up to hold in his the moment it's free. He adores Iorveth with every fiber of his being and, for the most part, he just wants to be close to him. Iorveth is also his security blanket, though, and Astarion feels the need to latch onto him whenever his emotional state veers even slightly unpleasant.

It's all very healthy. ]

I can't imagine what there is to discuss. We'll get married, make sensational love every day [ —the shopkeep grimaces— ] and be happy forever.

[ It's evident that this is the extent of the thought he's put into this. How are they going to support themselves? Where are they going to live? Are they going to adopt 2 dogs like Damris and Linus? (Gods, no.) ]