I wasn't going to kill anyone, if that's what you're accusing me of. [ Astarion keeps them in stride until the backs of his thighs hit the edge of the bed, and he settles himself into a comfortable seat there, ankles crossed. Might as well enjoy the trappings while they're here.

The length of chain between them means Gale isn't quite pulled into his lap, but Astarion imagines he's closer than he'd like to be to a strange man settled comfortably on a strange velvet bedspread. ]

People can live through a quick bite, you know. Some even enjoy it. [ He gives Gale an appraising look, gaze drifting from his chest up to his mouth, then settling at his eyes with a smile. ] But no, I wasn't looking for a meal, either.

I'm in need of...a patron, of sorts, while I'm here. [ Safety. Protection. Astarion had fumbled it with Gale, really, but he had also expected it to be easier. It's fine, though. This is another chance. ]

How would you feel if I told you those buyers would be just as easy to steal from? Arcane knowledge and magical items you certainly can't find at your antiquarian shops topside, no matter what strings you're able to pull there. [ He is offering, of course. For a price. ] Ill gotten, so you could always return them to their rightful owners. Or keep them for yourself. Who am I to judge?