"I assume it's the same thing as what happens when I try to look into a mirror," Astarion commented, given that that was the only explanation that made sense to him. He couldn't know for sure, of course. Cameras were an enigma to him. And so far as he knew he was perfectly visible to a scrying eye, so cameras couldn't be related to them.

So mirrors were the closest thing he could think of given his lack of reflection in those.

He cut himself off from saying anything further as the waitress came over with their glasses of wine- and she winked at the two, "On the house."

"Are you certain your boss will agree to that?" Astarion asked, brows raised- his tension gone to leave him with the usual easy smile.

"If he's got any complaints he can pay me more to care. 'Sides, you're special," She replied, with a smile and another wink before waving and hurrying off to take orders from another table. Astarion was almost surprised she hadn't gone off to the roof for one of her breaks to spend time with Alfira. His ears could just barely pick up on the sound of a lute being played somewhere above.

Turning his attention back to the other man then, he lowered his voice again as his expression darkened once more, "So did you actually have a point, or were you just endangering my life for the fun of it? And here I thought I'd satisfied you enough last time that you'd be more interested in letting me live."