Astarion lifts his eyebrows, smiling inscrutably. As if he knows any other way to do it.

"I'm sure you wouldn't be looking so solemn if you were here to discuss my increasingly depraved interest in your body, but I can never tell with you oath-taking types," he says, with lightness which then dissolves.

"...I don't like being asked to spool out enough rope to hang myself with, darling, so please. Use your words."