[ Astarion tugs the door a little more shut, eyebrow twitching with annoyance. Mind your own business, he wants to snap, but he doesn't. Instead, he reaches down to pat at his belt, making sure his trusty dagger is still in its sheath. He has no intention of hurting these ladies, but it's better to be prepared for the worst. ]

I'm not sure my Edgar is up for your attentions tonight, however... titillating.

[ Mostly because they don't need to get up close and personal with Iorveth, lest they see something worth reporting. ]

But my dance card is empty, [ he adds, shooting them a grin. ] Perhaps we might get to know each other elsewhere.

[ Somewhere without a window, he hopes. Raising his voice: ] You don't mind if I step out, do you, darling?