[ He is eager to fit something on Iorveth. When isn't he trying to put Iorveth in something shiny? It's been one of his favorite pastimes ever since Iorveth got put in that ridiculous clothing that they stole from the temple to Umberlee in Baldur's Gate. As strange as it is to say given how fraught Henselt's assassination had been, Astarion most remembers it as being oddly fun. Despite everything, he'd enjoyed spending time with Iorveth. He had liked him, as embarrassing as such a thought had been at the time. ]
And that would make you the delusional one.
[ Nothing about Astarion is sweet. He's all jagged edges that are sharp enough to cut yourself on, and he's unpleasant more often than not, and he's insecure in the worst, most unflattering ways. It's a miracle that Iorveth tolerates him at all.
That being said: ]
...You do make me want to be.
[ Sweet, that is. To Iorveth alone, but sweet nonetheless. ]
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And that would make you the delusional one.
[ Nothing about Astarion is sweet. He's all jagged edges that are sharp enough to cut yourself on, and he's unpleasant more often than not, and he's insecure in the worst, most unflattering ways. It's a miracle that Iorveth tolerates him at all.
That being said: ]
...You do make me want to be.
[ Sweet, that is. To Iorveth alone, but sweet nonetheless. ]