[ 'Striking', certainly, if one considers that Astarion was the only one there with lily-white skin and red eyes. He hardly had anyone lining up to kiss his hand, particularly because the only thing that gave him any importance at all was being an ex-archwizard's guest, but the majority of the people that Gale introduced him to were friendly enough. No one, though, treated him with the sort of reverence that Iorveth seems to think he deserves.

Fine enough. He gets plenty of reverence at home. ]

You would think so, you besotted fool.

[ Ostensibly a scold, but he sounds far too pleased for it to really be one. At the moment, even the mean little voice in his head has to admit that Iorveth loves him, totally and absolutely.

Pressing a hand to one of the bruises that he didn't create on Iorveth: ] Which of those unwashed criminals did this? You know I'm the only one allowed to leave marks on you.