If he notices her cards (and he does), he doesn't show it-- poor Astrid is suffering enough as it is, he doesn't need to fleece her for all she's worth. He's still going to, though.

Her comparison, however, catches him off-guard with a big roaring laugh, and he nearly shows his own hand in the process, rocking forward to pound once on the table.
"Fuck you, I don't need to compensate for anything," he rumbles back, once he can breathe again, "but you know what? Sure. Love to blow a big load from the world's biggest dick. All over Kirkwall."

His resulting chuckle is suspiciously giggle-like, which is a treat in itself coming from such an imposing frame.