[Don't look at him like that, Astarion. Not when his head is swimming more than he'd like. He feels his face burn just a little brighter.]

This has been a more pleasant outcome than I ever expected. At one point last night, I thought you might never speak to me again. Hells, I thought I might never speak to you again. Seeing the look on your face, and realizing you didn't care at all, but...

[A thought occurs to him, somewhere in his increasingly muddled mind.]

You do care, don't you? Tell me the truth.