[ Astarion scoffs, offended, then turns to Dolores to assure her, rather emphatically, ] I'd never keep anything that didn't belong to me. I don't know why he says these things! I think he's been hit in the head a few too many times.

[ Dolores, sweet, gullible dear that she is, touches her hand to her heart. "Poor thing." Gods, it's really no wonder why her business isn't as successful as Facemaker's; she's not the slightest bit shrewd. Talented, yes, but savvy, no.

All the better for Astarion. He glances back at Iorveth, smiling sweetly and holding out a hand so that Iorveth can slip the ring on it for him. Even after that, he expects to be spoiled. ]

Of course, I adore you no matter how much brain damage you've sustained.

[ "Aww," says Dolores. ]