[ In the pause that ensues, Astarion fairly clearly weighs what to say next. Even with some previous context for magical mischief, being transported here had been a bit of a shock; he can't imagine how he'd have felt without it. ]

I met a man here who believed vampires were fairy tales, [ he says carefully, attempting to gauge Rhett's reaction as he speaks. Normally, he'd be a little more guarded about saying something like this, but the feast a couple of months ago had outed all of the vampires, and attempting to pretend otherwise to a newcomer doesn't seem like the smartest use of his time nor effort. ]

I am one of a few points of evidence to the contrary.