[ Astarion’s suggestion that he undervalues himself on the market, so to speak, sends his eyes elsewhere. He thumbs at his earring, an old habit. It may be true that he makes economic sense. A noble bloodline, a valorised position. Not a love match, when his heart (mind body soul) belongs to another, but he has a kindly reputation. One could do worse. ]

If that’s the case — [ turning back, a glint in his eye. ] — then you’ll have to make quite an impression on the competition. [ tongue in cheek now, a tell of the quip to come. ] And maintain it for more than a few minutes.

[ referring to Astarion bolting from the library, naturally. ]