Your flattery is deeply appreciated, and always welcomed, darling. [He chuckles, crossing a leg primly over a knee. He picks an invisible thread from his pant leg as he grins, thinking. Debating.]

But if another one of those soirees are thrown I may have to turn down the invite. Unless the man I have started to court would still like to attend it, I suppose.

["Court"? That term already sounded ancient back home, but Astarion's lived in this world long enough now he should be ashamed to say "court".]