[He grins sharply at that, amused and a little delighted all at once.]

The problem is, you deliver them too well. Your voice alone is a weapon, even when you say the worst kinds of lines.

[He says it like a complaint, but he also takes one of Astarion's hands between his so he can play with it, so what is the truth, hm?]

I can well imagine that one working— especially with your looks.

[That's a compliment. But hm . . . oh, wait, and he's actually a little proud of this one as he drawls:]

You must have been raised on a farm the way you raise cocks. That is a properly awful one. I dare you to take someone home with a line like that.

[But don't, actually, and his grip tightens. Stay, jealous little pup, even in jest.]