[ Sex is sport: it can mean as little or as much as Iorveth allows it to. Still, it doesn't sit well with Iorveth, who likes clear lines in the sand, who likes to project himself exactly as he is, with no room for doubt. The thought of making Astarion wonder is like sandpaper against his skin.

Maybe a bit much, considering they're just joking around. Iorveth eases away from the comfortable edge of his emotional cliff, and folds his arms across his chest. ]

"Like you best". [ He parrots, brow arched. After a second to turn the concept over in his head, he breathes a soft chuckle. Smug, almost. ] In other words, I can lust, as long as my love is for you.

[ A lot of four-lettered words that start with 'L', and that last one is the most dangerous. Probably not the most romantic place in the world to use it, with their back to Fraygo's and their front to Sharress' Caress, but. Oh well. ]

I detest paladins. I'd say you're safe for today.

[ Facetious, and Iorveth knows it. A damaged creature like himself can only fall in love once. ]