Obviously.

[When his lip peels back in immediate distaste, it does him the benefit of revealing those overlong canines in full, right up to their seething gumline.]

The man looks like an abomination turned inside out. As though your Maker thought to himself in an overwhelming fit of stupidity: 'no no— I need something more hideous to really flesh out Thedas' already misconstructed bestiary' [There's such an emphasis on the word flesh there, gloved fingers twisting themselves into a closed fist as they cut through the air just in front of Astarion's collarbone. A sort of stand-in for something far more visceral in nature, really.] as if regular old darkspawn aren't good enough already.

Or...awful enough.

[Either way.]

I mean, all I'm saying is that if he were a god, you'd think he could do something about that literally god-awful face of his. [Another wave of his hand, open-palmed this time, passing directly across the entirety of his own profile before he turns up his nose with a not-so-subtle snort.] Eugh.

Unlimited power. Nonsense.