[ Once they're out on the street with the sound of panicked noble yelling getting softer and softer behind them, Astarion links their arms. Baldur's Gate in the evening time is bustling, and he has to step them to the side to avoid running face first into a group of tieflings out for a night on the town. They giggle as the two pass them by, excited for a night of revelry in the big city. ]

I suppose I find your drunken antics rather charming.

[ How embarrassing — and yet he can't find it in himself to feel embarrassed. What a strange and wonderful thing, to say how he feels without deflection or shame. ]

Amusing, at the very least. I'd suggest you start another fist fight, but I'd prefer you in one piece tonight.