[ He barks a laugh at the idea that he's nice. Has Iorveth forgotten the thousands of wretched, starving souls underneath the palace that Astarion helped capture? Has he forgotten that they're still there now, suffering, because Astarion has no idea how to face them? Or perhaps he repressed the memory of Astarion stalking the streets of Baldur's Gate at night like the bloodthirsty monster he is, looking for prey because Iorveth had upset him.

Delusional. Adorable, but delusional. ]

Of course I do. [ Astarion shrugs, then hooks his ankle around Iorveth's underneath the table. ] But all the same, if I hadn't found you endlessly appealing, I would have let you stay the chaste companion you so persistently wanted to be.

[ He waves a hand. No need to talk of all the many times Iorveth rejected him. He fell prey to Astarion's charms in the end. Another laugh— ] I couldn't care less if you were hideous. But honestly, darling, I've thought of nothing else but you naked in that bed in the inn since.

[ Mostly true. There have been other things, but they don't seem as important to highlight as the fact that he likes every part of Iorveth, including his looks. ]

—And I rather think the eyepatch gives a rakish appeal.