[ He's still very much under the banner of Aen Seidhe rights, but Iorveth's not going to argue semantics when he can tell that Astarion is starting to puff up. Fickle cat. ]

I allowed an Illithid parasite to get lodged in my brain, [ he explains, though it was less about allowing and more about "getting knocked out and waking up to a tadpole in his skull". Hard to have done anything differently when the ambush was so random and unplanned. ] Some of my comrades believed that my judgment may have been compromised.

[ "Iorveth is traveling with a gith and a human wizard and a hellspawn on fire and a former Sharran and a warlock who made a pact with a cambion, and he happened to also fall in love with a weird pasty elf" was probably not reassuring to hear for many reasons. Iorveth pointing to Astarion and saying "I love him" was not the serve that he thought it was. ]

Insulting, but understandable.