Iago shrugs with a lopsided smile. "I understand it sidelong, caro mio, if that speaks sense to your ears. To imagine myself in your position is to see it clear enough." He hesitates, then adds, with a bit more smile, "I liked him despite it. 'tis wrong of me?"
Iago strokes his cheek with a curved finger. "Caro, don't worry. Don't -- and you mind yourself, I shall take away your good-behavior discount," he adds good-humoredly to a customer who passes by whistling. "There are, i'faith, many things I want of you, but none I may mention with such an audience." He ducks his head so their foreheads touch for a moment, grinning roguishly. "In all seriousness, though, fear not that."