[ All the better to raise at Iorveth. Which he does, an incredulous expression that proves Iorveth's 'compliment' right. If he weren't so earnest about it, Astarion would be convinced that it was sarcastic or perhaps poking fun at him. It is earnest, though, painfully so, so Astarion rolls his eyes. ]

Yes, I know. You've threatened that they'll give me wrinkles enough times.

[ The horror! Next Iorveth is going to tell him that his face will get stuck like that.

A sigh. ]

Honestly, my sweet, one would think that you don't know how to give a compliment. You're supposed to say something like that we don't need to talk to the old crone because I'm so handsome Alkam will just drop dead out of jealousy when he sees me.