[ Oh. He'd thought it would feel good to hurt Iorveth. He feels hurt, and the best way to deal with that, historically, has been to take it out on someone else, but there's no relief from it. It feels bad, actually, so bad that he finds himself wishing he could combust where he stands. In a millisecond, his shoulders lower and he uncrosses his arms in an aborted attempt to reach out and comfort Iorveth. ]

And you accuse me of not seeing things clearly! [ he says, voice still clipped but full of significantly less venom. He still has argument left in him, particularly regarding the fact that it feels as if Iorveth is continually trying to get rid of him, but he can't relish Iorveth's pain. ]

I tolerated all of those things because it meant that I was with you.

[ Said as if Iorveth is the dumbest elf in the world. Has nearly any of this tenday been pleasant? No. It's been terrible, but he didn't care, because he had Iorveth at his side.

A rephrase, then, lest Iorveth be convinced to take him the wrong way: ] It was all tolerable because of you, you absolute numbskull.