How nice of him to think so. Lioriley could imagine it well enough, given such a flowery description, and could nearly taste the wine on her tongue. And in that moment a part of her wondered if Astarion was truly some sort of siren — if he could manipulate people with his words, because he certainly had some hold over her she could not explain. Though even if that were the case, she could not bring herself to be terribly upset about it.

"It sounds incredible." She said, staring at him — or, more precisely, his lips and the shine of sharp fangs that peeked out when he spoke. "I wonder if they might have something similar here — or better yet, if it could be obtained. Somehow."