[ Astarion does note the strange, uncanny appearance, but it's quickly overshadowed by the compliments. Lovely little birds! He preens as he follows behind her, confidence bolstered by the praise. ]

Well, I'm not sure about pigeons. They are the rats of the sky, you know.

[ At least, they taste like it. Gross! Still, he shrugs it off, smiling as he adds, ] But we are lovely.

[ Good. If she likes them, maybe she'll be more willing to part with her things. He's instantly on the lookout for a cloak, peering at her various wares with interest. What looks to be an eyeball floats in a jar, and Astarion taps the glass with a finger. ]

Quite a collection you've got here. My partner and I are actually in the market for some interesting artefacts to bring back home with us.