[ 'I resented you,' he doesn't say, although it's true. He'd resented Iorveth for being able to reject him, being able to reject anyone at all. Iorveth had had the principles and power to choose who he wanted to be with, things Astarion had never had. He'd felt like the most disgusting, pathetic wretch on Toril watching someone exert their autonomy like that. ]

Yes, well—

[ He shrugs. ]

I suppose you thought me a very beautiful idiot, back then.

[ Still beautiful, though! ]

I did have fun that night, though. [ Despite the rejection. Despite everything, really. ] You know, I think I was already fond of you and didn't know it.