....mm. [Mmhmm, in fact, a low, digestive sort of humming as he mulls over the information he's been given....all at once, he might add. That he's taken aback by it doesn't show, thank the Maker himself for a business owner's inclinations: the ability to take in information whilst showing nothing in response.

Clawed digits rest against his chin, weighing his options with far more respect for risk than anything else thus far. It doesn't take a genius to grasp just how fragile a matter it is, dealing with adolescent elves possessed of both hormones and interest.]

Well....no, it isn't your fault. But— and I expect you to say nothing about this to Elise. Ever. [A stern look for added punctuation, left to linger.] —Astarion never struck me as the sort who would take interest in a woman like her.

Then again, neither did you.