[ And here, for a moment, the Doctor's strange, absurd, overly enthusiastic energy actually settles. Just a bit. A question that should be ordinary and easy to answer. Oh, yes, he can name the planet. He can see it, even, in the days of his youth when he walked amongst the fields of flowers, and on the very last day when those flowers burned, along with everything and everyone else. By his own hand.

Tricky business, then, giving a straight answer. At least for him. So he gives an answer that's not entirely a lie. ]

The constellation of Kasterborous in the Stellian Spiral Galaxy. I was a tiny little blip there for a hundred years and then I ran away to explore the universe.

[ His eyes linger back on Astarion, though, and he takes note at last. Sort of. ]

Has anyone ever told you that you really excel at giving your full attention to your conversation partner?