[ Astarion would have taken the tease as an insult tendays ago. Maybe it really would have been. It's strange, how Iorveth can say the same things but seem so different. His words don't cut so sharply anymore, more a pleasant scratch with a dull fingernail than the knife's edge they'd been previously. He doesn't even mind hearing Iorveth's assessment of how frequently he talks. In fact, he thinks smugly to himself that Iorveth seemed to like the way he was talking when they were in bed; a private smirk flashes across his face at the thought. ]

Aren't you clever?

[ It isn't sarcasm; his tone is warm, praising. He kicks his feet absently, cocking his head in thought. ]

Mmm. Perhaps something like 'Who's the most annoying person in the group?' 'Gale, of course.' [ Said loudly enough so that Gale can hear. ] —No, that's too obvious.