[At that, Astarion’s expression pinches slightly. A little more unreadable— a little more sincere. Just a flicker of a thing, gone in a blink, though his smile seems a touch less real for it.

It doesn’t quite reach his eyes.]

I wouldn’t know.

I suppose our imaginations will have to suffice, until we learn the truth.

[He flicks a few fingers between them, looking ever more like his usual performative self, grin going lopsided for the trouble:]

I’d call it a daring new adventure, but those don’t often involve the minutiae of making sure a party goes smoothly.