[ It's a relief to see a familiar face — and a relief, on top of that, that Matt seems to have the good sense to depart as well — but the sharp lines of Astarion's silhouette don't truly soften until they're a good several strides away from the room. He shakes his hands and tosses his head as though to shake off his discomfort, the line of his mouth at a slant as he considers how to answer. ]

Let's just say I've never been one for a surprise party, [ is what he settles on, choosing to continue to walk and put distance between himself and the feast, assuming Matt will follow. There's a more honest answer — that he's thoroughly unsettled, that he still fears that Cazador will materialize here and claim it all some sort of ruse — but he's not so disconcerted as to offer that up without a significant tussle.

And besides, there's another elephant in the room, namely— ]

I suppose you've already put together what I am, given how difficult our gracious hosts made it to miss.