In the evening the tavern is so noisy that it can't help but be annoying. Or is something else annoying you? For example, the voice of a vampire who leaned against the bar counter with a flirtatious and interested look. “My, my, Honey Girl, what else sweet do you have?” He smiles at the waitress the most seductive smile that makes her blush. Just another victim of your companion's coquetry. How many times has Astarion done this to get a discount, indulgence or some kind of bonus? You can't count. But what you can quantify is envy. Jealousy. No matter how much you fight this stupid feeling, it burns you from the inside. When Astarion turns to you, his voice is full of teasing. “Deary, are you going to take something or am I drinking alone today? Oh? Why do you look so angry?”