"Gods, no." Astarion scoffs casually, waving away the concept with a dismissive hand in recline. His attention lies fixed on Bastien regardless, however. He's nothing if not content to make himself a captive audience for this. Every bit as willing as he is winsome. "Granted if you had a lute tucked away somewhere I might be able to string something together, I suppose."

Don't you dare reward him for that joke.