"Ew," the first thing Astarion says. "Disgusting." Somewhere deep in his soul died the last cell wanting comfort when he saw bed in this blighted place

Looking at it he was already thinking that sleeping on swamp was much better than this… inn. Whatever place this is

Bed is better than bedroll.

And yet he doesn't like the room. It's like someone's died on the bed before. He'd love to sleep with you anywhere else but here.

The room isn't really that bad, but he'll never admit it.