[ He rolls his eyes, though there's a slight curve of his lips to indicate his own amusement at this silly little back and forth. You wouldn't know that just earlier he'd been so tense about being in this nocturnal city. ]

Now there's an idea! More arms for Viktor's burly, friend-shaped machine. And a handsome face, as well! But - let's say only the one head, an entire family's worth will likely be a hard sell -

[ As though Viktor would agree to any of this. Astarion doesn't wait for a reply before moving on to the next piece on display - and this is exactly the kind of low effort abstract nonsense he detests: one half of the frame displays the actual ruined canvas, while the other is someone's attempt at... interpreting it? If only they had another reference. ]

No.

[ That's all he says before moving on. ]