[ We, there’s safety in it, despite the uncertainty. Surely it will be easier to demure or evade with…not a partner, but an accomplice, maybe. Provided he can trust Astarion to stay at his side and out of the host’s treasury.

His eyes flit from Astarion’s splayed hand — the sunstone glittering in the light — to his face. Can’t help the smile that blooms, soft and sincere. ]

Then you can scandalise me all you like at the modiste this evening. [ wry, based on Astarion’s showing the prior night. ] In the meantime, my tower is yours, [ wagging a finger, ] though I should warn you things have been known to move around. It can be rather — in tune with its occupants.

[ The nature of a place so imbued with magic, perhaps. ]