[ Ugh. Astarion wrinkles his nose at the mention of the waterside and its stench. Even without the smell of fish, the waterside is no place for a vampire (and especially not a vampire named Astarion). What if he fell in? Gods, he'd be so embarrassed if he died like that, acid burns all over his body. Hideous! ]

The least you could do is take me to the Castle Ward.

[ Where the rich people live, obviously. ]

You know, I've heard there's a fine dining experience in the head of a hawk man statue.

[ After a moment, he deflates a little. ]

—But, well, I suppose there's not much use in me going to a restaurant.