Astarion simply did not believe in that kind of benevolence. No one would shoulder such an undertaking without some kind of gain. He, for one, was going to be waiting for the other shoe to drop.

He glanced at her with a curious smile on his lips--slightly amused, slightly puzzled, slightly intrigued. "Will you," he murmured, laying a hand over hers as he studied her. "How...sweet of you, darling. Thank you."