[ The salve stings for a brief moment, and Astarion inhales sharply before the relief comes, soothing the burn it caused and any underlying pain. His muscles slowly untense under Iorveth's touch, pacified both by the salve and by Iorveth's gentleness. ]

I always thought you were smart, but if you're really asking that question, now I'm not sure.

[ A mean thing to say, but he immediately follows it up with an exasperated: ]

I would do anything for you, you stupid fool.