[ Another hell of a question. He turns his gaze back to Iorveth, unable to keep up the look of disgust when it's someone so wonderful he's looking at. There it is, the true source of his jealousy, born out of attachment. At the core of it, it isn't possessiveness driving it but fear. He's terrified that Iorveth will decide to discard him for something better. No, that isn't it exactly — he's terrified that Iorveth will decide to discard him for something better, and that it will hurt. ]

I think you've seen through me since the very beginning. [ Probably why Iorveth couldn't stand him. He laughs dryly. ] I found it impossibly vexing, to be honest.

[ 'I found you impossibly vexing' is the implication. But Iorveth still sees him and loves him despite everything, and it's difficult to find that vexing. Astarion echoes Iorveth's gesture, running a hand against his cheek. ]

Although some might suspect your vision has become compromised as of late. You do seem to see the best in me.