Thrawn watched Astarion closely, then smiled slightly as the vampire spoke. He wasn't giving a hard no, so there was promise. "Of course."

He pulled out a few coins and put them on the table to tip their server, then downed the rest of his wine, unbothered by the alcohol burn. Astarion was clearly considering his offer, and that was promising. Thrawn wasn't much of a politician, but he fancied that he was good at negotiations, or at least telling what others needed or wanted.

He was offering Astarion a job and to be around those who didn't even know what a vampire was. A position he didn't have to worry about clerics or paladins going after him.

Making sure he had all his things, he stood. "Did you have a place in mind or shall we go somewhere of my choosing?"