"I suppose that's better than none at all," Astarion observed with a soft hum. He's not mad, he's just disappointed in the vast majority of mankind. He flashed a grin, set his glass aside and tilted his head at her unfinished wine. "Are you wanting to finish that, darling?" No matter to him one way or the other--were it up to him he'd say Take it with you. Just steal the glassware. Who cares? But she seemed a moral sort.