“Darling, must you always wear that ‘lost puppy’ look?”

Astarion put on his usual tone, his voice carrying through the tavern. Holding two drinks, he sat next to his comrade, making his appearance obvious with a small nudge of his shoulder. His ears slightly flickered, eyes half lidded as if there were a few beverages already in his system. His nimble fingers pushed one of the cups in their direction.

“Now, I spent my hard owned, not stolen Gold on these drinks. So please- drink up.”