( Eddie looks taken aback by the sudden shift in demeanor. Just moments ago, Astarion looked like he had been consumed by fright, and now...this? He would probably have been hurt if he hadn't recognized it as a likely defense mechanism. He remembers lashing out at his uncle Wayne before the pair had reached a mutual understanding.

He sighs and holds his hands up in what he hopes is a placating manner. Eddie had once been the scared animal, backed into a corner, ready to strike. He doesn't want to see how vicious Astarion could be with reversed roles. )

Fuck this city, ( he remarks, rubbing at the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger, looking beyond exhausted now that the initial adrenaline has worn off. ) It's, um. That was how you escape from his dream prison world. With music. But not just any song; it has to be something you have a deep emotional connection with.