[ Damn. Astarion can't relate. He needs to be the most fuckable person at the grocery store. But it's better this way, he thinks; two exceedingly vain creatures would constantly be at each other's throats, and he much prefers Iorveth only to think of being desirable to him, anyway. ]

You're impossibly appealing, [ he coos as he strokes Iorveth's hair. ] If I didn't know any better, I would swear that you made my heart beat again.

[ Unfortunately, he does know better. Still cold and dead in his chest, no matter how much love there is in it. He finds that he doesn't mind being dead, though, as long as it means he gets to spend eternity with his most cherished companion. ]

—Now, I could stay here and praise you all night, I assure you, but I'm afraid the shops will close for the night before long.