[ Surely the other Aen Seidhe must care for him, and their companions most certainly do. Selfishly, he hopes no one else cares for Iorveth in quite the way Astarion does; he'd be jealous in the most ugly way. He doesn't argue the point, because it makes him feel fuzzy inside to be told that Iorveth wants his care and no one else's. ]

Oh, I do.

[ He'd much rather Iorveth press him into the mattress and kiss him into oblivion than chase after some missing civilians who he couldn't care less about. It's not like anyone important disappeared. Lae'zel's word is unfortunately law around these parts, though, and he is rather anxious to know whether his freed spawn are behaving themselves. ]

—But I'd expect our audience to pay for that show, [ he grouses, raising his voice in an obvious attempt to insult poor Gale, who has nowhere else to go. It was one thing to please Iorveth in semi-public, but Astarion can't bear the thought of his own pleasure being witnessed. He's only just begun to tolerate it existing.

A melodramatic sigh accompanies, ] I waited two centuries for you. I suppose I can exercise some—ugh—patience.

[ Patience really isn't his strong suit, so he does still expect to be showered with adoration at various intervals throughout the day. For now, though, he's content with simply sliding his hand into Iorveth's and tangling their fingers together before tugging him along. ]