[Anyone with half a brain would know that there's no guaranteeing they won't ever find themselves in a similar position again; knowing their luck, an even worse one. Yet the promise to try not to be foolish and reckless amid battle is a slight comfort and one that he'll happily accept for now.

Winter's attempt to lighten the mood does the trick. Astarion's lips twitch back into their usual smile, though maybe not as prominent as before. Still an improvement.]

Come now, are you really trying to compare my bite to that of a... thing like that?

[In the distance, the corpse of the spectator rests with its maw hanging open and tongue lolling out. An ungraceful sight.]

I'm offended. You know I ply a much more delicate touch.