[ Oh. Perhaps he shouldn't have called them 'knick-knacks'. ...Oh, well. If Iorveth were going to end this relationship over Astarion's insensitivity, he surely would have done it already. ]

Plenty of shiny things. [ Rings, necklaces, earrings. If it glitters or sparkles, he tossed it into his bright yellow pants-bag. ] Don't worry, I'll share what doesn't flatter me with you.

[ A selfless offer! ]

Ah, but— [ Always a 'but' to his generosity. ] I'd like to retain some things to sell, too.

[ Selling stolen things for money that he then spends lawfully — gods, it's like he's turning into a goody two-shoes. There's something about the experience of actually buying things, though; after so long having to steal whatever he might need, there's appeal to being a valued customer. ]

I've had my eye [ —or, well, nose— ] on a rather expensive scent at the perfumer.