[ Affected, in the sense that he's realizing that he would be affected. But he doesn't make that correction, and instead, watches Astarion's expression cloud before the admission.

Iorveth can relate to it, to a certain extent. He has likely spread more misery than he ever has joy, but by choice: Astarion did so under threat of oblivion and torture. A very different sort of beast.

Unfolding his arms, Iorveth reaches to take one of Astarion's hands to idly smooth his thumb over the rise and fall of well-shaped knuckles. ]

They, of all people, should know what would have happened to you had you not complied with Cazador's orders.

[ Indignity of the highest order. Iorveth is unsure of how many times the man had ever gone down into the crypts to speak to any of those corralled creatures, but it's likely that once was enough for all of them. ]

If you ever wished it, we could venture back into the Underdark to see how they're faring. The one called Sebastian, perhaps.