You drank sherry and started a cat fight in the rafters.

[Such a narrow, barely perceptible smirk. Such a small bit of back and forth between a pair disinclined towards foolishness of any stripe.

Mind yourself, little 'old' dog.]

And as far as Astarion's sway is concerned, that is precisely how he'll manage getting himself out of any trouble he brings upon himself— and not solely what he visits on you.