"Unless you fancy the flimsy walls of the room we used last time, I shall let you choose."

There were other taverns, of course. Better ones in the upper city. And there were a few places where Astarion stayed when the sun began to rise where they could be sure they'd have some privacy. But Astarion wasn't keen on letting Thrawn know where he spent the days hiding away from the light just yet.

He already had enough of a fun time with ensuring that no one here saw him sneaking off to the Elfsong's basement in the hours just before sunrise.

Gathering his own belongings then, he motioned another waitress over and handed over some coins, "A few bottles of wine to bring along, please."

"You got it," The waitress said, heading off to get a few bottles for him and returning quickly with a couple in a paper bag to hand over. Astarion's relationship with this waitress seemed a lot more impersonal, but given how quick she'd been to fetch those bottles it was obvious she knew him well enough to know his preferences when it came to wine.

Slipping the book he had been reading into that same bag, Astarion nodded for the other man to lead on, "Shall we?"