[ Astarion scoots aside, making room for Iorveth's long limbs. Not too much room; he makes sure their knees touch. For so long, touch has felt like a punishment, but it's addictive now that it feels good. Happiness on demand, little jolts of joy shooting through him from their point of contact. ]

Yes, you had no idea then how charming I can be.

[ On one hand, it's irritating that Iorveth never once seemed enticed by Astarion's wiles. On the other, it's ridiculously appealing that Iorveth was so resistant to him. A hard-won indulgence. Someone who really sees him and not only tolerates it but likes it. Maybe even loves it, if he allows himself to think such things.

He laughs under his breath. ]

You know, I used to fantasize about meeting someone like you. [ Not exactly like Iorveth, obviously. His fantasies vexed him far less. ] —A long time ago, of course.

[ Back when he still had fantasies. Even those died, after a while. ]