[ The unasked for touch makes him tense, but he doesn't yank his arm away no matter how much he wants to. Instead, he schools his features into something performatively mild, almost uninterested in what she's said. He tilts his head, eyebrows raising ever so slightly as if she's just told him a small fun fact. ]

Is he?

[ Damn Iorveth for being so distinctive. ]

Well, my sweet Edgar lost his eye to an owlbear attack. You know, he didn't even try to defend himself! That man wouldn't hurt a fly.

[ Said as if he didn't just watch Iorveth murder a few men a day ago. He smiles charmingly, pearly whites on display. ]

Best of luck to your commander. I do hope he finds the one-eyed wood elf he's looking for.

[ He skitters away after that, catching up to Iorveth to loop their arms together, the perfect picture of a Cormyrean couple travelling to visit the distant in-laws. Astarion leans in, voice lowered. ]

Far be it from me to rush perfection, but the quicker we're in and out, the better.