[ He scrunches up his face at the flick, although he's not truly bothered by it. How could he be? Iorveth's casual affection was a hard-earned prize. A grin breaks out across his face after, stupidly charmed by Iorveth's relaxed teasing, before he shakes his head. ]

I wouldn't fault you if it did twitch, my sweet.

[ It's as genuine as he's capable of being. Iorveth is only a man, and no matter how much self-discipline he claims to have, surely he doesn't have so much as to manually control his attraction. Besides, he's had enough meaningless dalliances to know that sex is what you make of it; one certainly doesn't have to be in love to take their clothing off for someone. It's the stirring of Iorveth's heart that Astarion feels possessive of, really, and ugh, he's a little disgusted with himself for that.

Astarion leans back against the wall of the Flophouse. A miserable place where he'd picked up so many victims who wouldn't be missed. He has no desire to play cards there, at the very least. ]

It's all right if you're stirred by, ah— [ He squints at the sign out front of Sharess' advertising their newest offer. ] 'The naughty paladin'. [ An immature giggle under his breath. ] Just as long as you still like me best.