[ He also adores how willing Iorveth is to lie through his teeth for Astarion's benefit. What could be a more romantic couple's activity than deceiving others together? Astarion, ever the actor, presses a hand to his forehead before covering his mouth as if he might be about to retch. The guard wrinkles her nose, looking a little grossed out. ]
Gods, can't you see I've taken ill? [ Full of melodrama, he drapes himself over Iorveth's shoulder as if he's simply too weak to hold himself up any longer. ] Direct me to your nearest fainting couch!
[ "Well," the guard says, giving him a once-over. "You do look rather pale and sickly..." ]
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Gods, can't you see I've taken ill? [ Full of melodrama, he drapes himself over Iorveth's shoulder as if he's simply too weak to hold himself up any longer. ] Direct me to your nearest fainting couch!
[ "Well," the guard says, giving him a once-over. "You do look rather pale and sickly..." ]
—Well, I wouldn't go that far.