[ Ah. A subtle quirk of his brow at "detest", which is a strong word, followed by a bit of hesitation following "beautiful". Reluctant to accept it, obviously, because― well. "Beautiful" is the sort of term one would use to describe people like Astarion or Ciaran, symmetrical and chiseled and objectively comely. Even if he had his missing eye, Iorveth thinks he skews rather on the plainer end of elven appearances: not as gaunt as he was when he first met Astarion, but still a little too sharp to be ethereal, a little too mean-looking to be feylike.
But this isn't what he thinks of his own looks― it's about what Astarion sees when Astarion looks at him, and though Iorveth has a dozen and a half ways to say something along the lines of "you know that that's not true", he decides not to.
Instead: ] ...If you were the only one to think so, I would be content.
[ He might not be beautiful, but he's fine with Astarion thinking so. He turns his head slightly, an instinctive inclination to cast his face in profile so that the unbroken side is facing Astarion more properly, and clears his throat. ]
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But this isn't what he thinks of his own looks― it's about what Astarion sees when Astarion looks at him, and though Iorveth has a dozen and a half ways to say something along the lines of "you know that that's not true", he decides not to.
Instead: ] ...If you were the only one to think so, I would be content.
[ He might not be beautiful, but he's fine with Astarion thinking so. He turns his head slightly, an instinctive inclination to cast his face in profile so that the unbroken side is facing Astarion more properly, and clears his throat. ]
Thank you.