[ Astarion can tell that he misstepped, but he's not sure where. After all, Iorveth was the one who started this ruse in the first place. He finds himself feeling a pinch of irritation at being forced to endure Iorveth's hurt look when he was only playing along, and a greater slap of irritation that this woman still won't go away. So her friend disappeared (and it's probably his fault)! It was, like, a year ago. Get over it! Find a new friend! ]

—Oh, just get lost already.

[ The woman widens her eyes, taken aback by the brusqueness. ]

Can't you see we have a relationship to repair? For the sake of, erm, our daughter?

[ Probably the most laughable thing he's said all night. Astarion can't even take care of himself, much less a child, and his paternal instincts are next to none. ]

Or would you prefer to leave little Cressida in a broken home?