Not soon enough at this rate. I might take a chunk of about-to-fall-off-building myself and hurl it to make a point though.

[He won't. Alucard doesn't do that to clients, even if they are badly behaved micromanagers that don't seem to want to agree on anything. It has been a long while since he's had this strong of a reaction to people he's working with or for, and it makes him very glad to have asked Astarion if he'd like to come along. Bitching about things with Astarion is strangely healing.

It takes effort for Alucard to extract himself from the sofa, although he's glad he managed once he sees the sun globe.]

And with no ill effects of burning? [A sidelong glance to Astarion confirms that that's not the case.] It's remarkable, if not a little disorienting at first glance. I'd say illuminating, but you'd probably shove me into the wall for it.

[Maybe not physically, but it'd get a truly dramatic eyeroll.]

The lighting is also incredibly flattering to the gold thread in your embroidery.