It did.

[ And it also led him to being attacked by tentacled monsters and having a tadpole shoved into his frontal lobe, but perhaps it's better that Astarion doesn't mention that. ]

And imagine how droll and boring your life would be if not for me.

[ Well, probably not boring. There's little boring about being a guerrilla, although it does sound very unappealing to Astarion. Lots of sleeping on the cold, hard ground and eating rations. He wasn't designed for such an austere lifestyle, though, and perhaps Iorveth is. Still, he likes to think he adds a little je ne sais quoi to Iorveth's world. ]

But I find that, hm. [ He stops himself, brow furrowed, as if this is a very strange and complicated concept: ] Well, I think that I care for your happiness more than my own. Isn't that odd?

[ Odd, yes, but not necessarily bad. It feels nice to give a damn for once. ]

So if you want us to live in a— straw hut in the woods, [ he says, visibly disgusted by the thought of such a thing, ] then I don't mind simply taking a few... vacations to the city on my own every once in a while.