[Winter probably has a few more scruples than Astarion does on an average day. But the baseline is at a similar level (i.e. low) that they are more alike than not.]

Ah. [A flicker of recognition, if not faint. Still present, all the same.] Now, that does sound familiar. And, I suspect, it has something to do with a garment of a certain color folded up in that bottomless pit of a pack of yours?

Goodness, I've been traveling with a man of some repute.

[...As if a few of their other companions do not have "repute" of their own. Whatever. This isn't about them.]