He opens his mouth to respond, but the matter is quickly cut off by a need to place their orders, and Astarion opts for a more delicate cheese and toast spread coupled with pale wine and fresh herbs. Simple ingridients, hard to bungle in even the worst of places.

From there, his focus returns to her, knuckles resting against his cheek as he leans against his own hand in thought.

"Mm. Fenris is the first that comes to mind. The boy Ellis, as well— and your own magic, of course. I haven't yet forgotten its bite."