"Ah, a mage that heals? That is interesting. That would be the purview of the divine, in Faerun. Clerics and the like." The phantom hand vanished in a swirl of blue energy after a minute or so had passed, and Astarion sipped from his wine glass again. Or started to. Come on, he couldn't let a comment like that pass by completey unremarked, a curve of lips and a raised eyebrow over flirtatiously hooded eyes.

"Why yes, I do. You should be aware, darling: flattery will get you everywhere with me."