[ Astarion laughs, squeezing Iorveth a little tighter. They have little in common in so many ways, but one thing they do share is a love of being mean. He adores when Iorveth is catty and disparaging like this. He's never more handsome than when he's insulting poorly chosen decor. ]

Perhaps I shouldn't say anything, so you'll have to catch me when I faint of horror.

[ So romantic! He wouldn't mind swooning into Iorveth's arms a little bit. ]

—But, [ he adds, voice lowered, ] I lived for two hundred years in a vampire's lair. Tasteless hardly begins to describe the look.

[ So much ugly furniture, so many tacky paintings. Even eternity wasn't long enough for Cazador to improve his style — or perhaps 'gaudy' is a necessary requirement for a vampire's lair. ]