[ Rude, and true. The easiest way to rid himself of Iorveth would have been to leave him to someone else; there has never been any shortage of people who want to kill him. Astarion would be lying if he said that he hadn't thought about it — not when they'd taken on Henselt, but much earlier, back when they'd first met. He'd thought Iorveth the most likely to kill him should his condition come to light, and he knew that he'd have to protect himself if that were the case.
Strange. Now, Iorveth is the only one who truly accepts him for his vampirism rather than just tolerates it as an eccentric quirk of his. ]
I would have missed your scowling at me.
[ He'd hated that scowl. Being on the receiving end of it often made him so irritated that he's not sure now if it was really hatred at all or just desire twisted into something more palatable. ]
Ugh, I suppose you made me soft, even back then. How embarrassing.
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Strange. Now, Iorveth is the only one who truly accepts him for his vampirism rather than just tolerates it as an eccentric quirk of his. ]
I would have missed your scowling at me.
[ He'd hated that scowl. Being on the receiving end of it often made him so irritated that he's not sure now if it was really hatred at all or just desire twisted into something more palatable. ]
Ugh, I suppose you made me soft, even back then. How embarrassing.