[ Oh no. He was prepared to 'sleep' on the streets, there was no way he was returning to the barracks that first night. Fortunately, he managed to avoid both thanks to a soft-hearted innkeeper with an affinity for Summoned - since that's what everyone here considers him, now. Apparently. Not spawn, not infected. But still other by a different name, not of his choosing.

Something else to add to his ever growing pile of grievances.

This one, however, doesn't lay its blame with Jaskier personally. Astarion is pleased enough to be admired in the moment, just as he's amused with the answer given. It gives him pause as he studies Jaskier from the other side of the counter, amused and thoughtful. ]

I happen to have an abundance of free time at the moment, and - [ he glances over at the figure in the corner... eating leaves? No, that's not his problem - he turns back to Jaskier with that slight blip interrupting his sultry (unsubtle) proposal: ] - if you've some to spare as well, perhaps now that I'm so very fresh and clean, we could... explore those options together.

[ It would be different, he thinks, than if he had followed through the other day. Not a debt being paid, per se. And not lowering himself, like it would've been with the blood merchant. Just a bit of fun, and in the daylight no less. When's the last time he was with someone and didn't lead them to the dark? Not in two centuries.

It had been... fine with Tav. ]