[ Ugh. He'd been so excited to attend a fancy soiree that he'd forgotten that he'd have to deal with people. (He hates people.) Astarion resists the urge to roll his eyes in annoyance only because he doesn't want to be thrown out so early, before he's even gotten to look at all of the fancy items on display much less appropriated them for himself.

Clearly, the subtle approach isn't working. Perhaps a different tack— ]

Yes, and I'd like to indulge in my companion's questionable company.

[ He leans in, then, mouth curling up. ] But don't worry. We plan to spend more than a little coin, should you give us the chance to peruse your wares.