[ How rude! He's the one who's supposed to pull pigtails here. Astarion squeezes Iorveth's hand threateningly, scowling. ]

Well, I'm not.

[ He cannot believe he slept with Iorveth after he walked around all night wearing those. Clearly, love has severely compromised his judgment. He tugs Iorveth closer all the same, wanting to be near to him. When they'd first woken and Gale had dropped that awful news about the vampire lord, he hadn't wanted to be touched at all, but now—as long as he doesn't think about it, which is his strategy for all unpleasant things—he craves Iorveth's closeness again. ]

A good-looking man should have good-looking shoes. Besides, you said that you enjoyed my gifts.

[ Relinquishing his hand, Astarion reaches over to fiddle with the chain around Iorveth's neck. ]

And I rather enjoy dressing you up.