In terms of the limitations placed on my by my nature as a spawn? Oh, certainly. Though I'd hardly classify it as the worst issue I faced at that time.

[There's a sharp edge to Astarion's voice. You're treading on the border to some dangerous territory, Gale. He all but flings the wet cloth over the edge of the basin, reaching now for a flask of oil set on a low table next to the basin itself.]