[ He can hardly fathom how Thentavva is so damned placid; the place is a madhouse. Perhaps the promise of coin from all of his customers keeps him happy. Astarion rolls his eyes at five gold pieces — he could steal these, if he really wanted. The man should be happy to get anything at all. ]

Yes, but you look so very handsome. I'd kill a man just to lay eyes on you.

[ A woman nearby, perusing some very nice heeled shoes, glances back and raises an eyebrow at all of the 'killing a man' talk. ]

We'll buy them, of course.

[ He's made a unilateral decision. The crocs MUST go. He spares them a withering glance where they sit on the floor, lip curling in disgust. ]

And burn those.