I don't know. He never said. But considering I never saw him complain again, and haven't yet seen anyone waddling around this place with their hands locked behind their back, I would imagine that they eventually unlocked. [ A little sourly: ] I don't see why I had to be lumped in this, though. I didn't get into any drunken scuffles.

[ Does he believe Astarion? Not really. It's possible that he's telling the truth, being that after a night like that, it would be incredibly easy to get worked up enough to attack anyone who came your way. There's nothing like being locked in a goddamn haunted Halloween party to raise one's hackles, if only in supposed self-defense. But the way he stops and stumbles makes him doubt it. He regards Astarion cooly, the look in his eye making it more than obvious that he doesn't buy it. ]

Hnh. Ooo-kay. Well, whatever you got into last night is none of my business. [ He would like, desperately, for it not to be his problem. ] But if whoever you got into whatever with last night poses a danger to you today, let me know before it becomes a problem. For now, we have to head out to the hardware store. I don't just keep a saw in my apartment.

[ He tugs Astarion along to his closet, yanking out a few oversized pieces that might just fit Astarion's bigger frame. ]

Come on, then, time to wash up and get changed. I'll cover my eyes if it makes you feel any better, but it won't be anything I haven't seen before.