[ In what may be the first show of annoyance Vash is going to give, his eyes roll at the latest whispers from the flowers. It's not hard to figure out, when they seem to pop up every time one of them speaks, making commentary and twisting words into barbs. It's a little needling that these plants just seem keen on digging up personal, private information that Vash has no real right to hear. ]

You've had plenty of chances to hurt me since we came in here. You haven't, have you?

[ He's a man who trusted (and still does trust) the guy who was hired to hand deliver him to his evil twin. He'd known the whole time and yet he still doesn't think he was wrong to trust Wolfwood. What kind of person would he be to not extend Astarion the same? ]

So whatever these plants are trying to do, they can stop. You're already warning me about the other half of the greenhouse, anyway. I think I can make up my own mind about who I can trust.

[ He lifts a hand to run it through his hair, scratching at the back of his scalp with another sigh. When he breathes in, he tries offering Astarion what is hopefully an apologetic expression. ]

I haven't experienced a lot. But there's a tea party out there somewhere. I wouldn't drink anything there if I were you. It smelled off. [ It made him feel off. Vash doesn't often deal with compulsions to put strange things in his mouth. So that was reason enough to leave that behind quickly. ]