[ Astarion keeps his face forward, concealing the small frown he makes at Iorveth's comments. Perhaps it's true that he isn't quite the hedonist he purports himself to be, but it's also true that he doesn't want to be boring. He certainly doesn't feel like Iorveth is only interested in him for sex, but there's a small little voice in the back of his head that insists that his sparkling personality alone won't be enough to keep Iorveth—or anyone—satisfied with him. If their relationship is torrid enough, maybe he'll be enticed to stay. ]

I was only afraid to scare you off. Honestly, darling, I thought you might be rather vanilla.

[ Says the man getting his hair brushed. In truth, depravity became commonplace a long time ago. Even at his best moments, it still felt like more of a job than a pleasure. What's exciting is getting touched gently by someone who actually likes him, having nice things said to him. Gods, maybe he is boring.

He turns over his shoulder to face Iorveth, grinning his most roguish grin. ]

If it's hedonism you want, I can certainly oblige. I live to please— or, well. [ Whatever the undead version of that is. ]