[ From across the tavern, the poor woman who'd accosted Astarion earlier gapes, hissing, "He's taking him back???"

Meanwhile, Astarion basks in the attention. Again, probably not the most accurate to whatever character he's meant to play, but it would be impossible to pretend that he doesn't enjoy it. A cat getting scratched behind the ear, temperamental but docile. ]

Mmm, he's a very popular man, but I imagine he could be persuaded.

[ It wouldn't take much. Astarion glances over Iorveth's shoulder at the table of men he'd hustled, who are now talking excitedly and pointing his way. Hmm. ]

I've had enough of this place, I think. Let's leave before another witness appears to implicate me in a crime.