Hmm. Fortunately, it wasn't your monster on the streets tonight. If it were, I think I'd be quite done for.

[ Astarion is sure he doesn't have a favorite song, much less one with which he has a "deep emotional connection." He's not a bard, for Gods' sake. He sighs, and for a moment, his expression mirrors Eddie's: strained exhaustion, after that initial, brief burst of terror. But then his gaze hardens once more and he looks away, affecting annoyance. ]

That's what I get for wandering this place after dark, I suppose, [ he mutters. Then, he looks back at Eddie. ] I'm going back inside, before there are any other surprises. You'd be wise to do the same.