Astarion’s chuckle is thin, albeit both smooth and amused besides.

“She was the second to catch on to my— shall we say, affliction.” The word, despite his tirelessly elegant tone, is laced with an unmistakable current of contempt. “The first being Fenris, though he never found himself compelled to ask about the details.”

Wysteria, on the other hand, asks about everything.

Always.