[ Oh, that smile. Astarion thinks about complimenting him on it, although he wonders if Iorveth will take the praise. He doesn't care what Iorveth looks like, a shocking turn of events for someone whose relationships—if one can even call them that—have been entirely shallow, but he is more good-looking than he thinks. (And even more good-looking when looked at with Astarion's current debuffs: Rose-Colored Glasses and Had An Orgasm.)

It's second nature to react to just about anything flippantly, so he raises an eyebrow and grins, saying, ] Oh? Is it that you'd like to rub lotion all over my soft, supple skin? That would be very nice.

[ Only after does he fear Iorveth might see this as pushback in some way, tetchy as he can be, so he clears his throat and waves a hand as if to wave that quip away. ]

Do tell me. I'm all ears.