How do you think I feel when I look at you and am at an utter loss for words? Though perhaps now, you can see why.

[He finds one of Astarion's hands with his free one, clasping his fingers, holding it to his chest as though his touch would soothe the orb's ache.]

You understand a small part of why I'm so desperately in love with you. What you make me feel - what I would do to keep feeling that.