[ Iorveth could eat that laugh out of Astarion's mouth, and he does; a quick kiss after that lilting chime, flagrantly in opposition to later claims about refusing contact. ]

Yes, yes. I called you a fool, I called you short-sighted, I found you insincere and annoying.

[ Astarion is allowed to be smug about it now, and lord it over Iorveth until the end of time. He's surprised that Astarion isn't demanding that he wear a sign around his neck that says 'I was horribly rude to a man who I would now do anything for, Ask Me Anything'. ]

Then you had the audacity to open yourself to me, and let me want you. [ Instead of balking at Iorveth's intensity, Astarion had welcomed it. Stupid. He had every opportunity in the world to decide that Iorveth was deranged and dangerous, and somehow, Astarion didn't. ] You agreed to stay when it was objectively a poor choice to make, given that I've no prestige, no name, no coin to bathe you in silks and jewels.

[ A huff, amused and affectionate. ]