[ It's not discomfort, but it's enough to signal to Astarion that I have a mind flayer tadpole in my head, which allows me to walk in the sun unimpeded is perhaps the wrong tack to take — not that he's really been sharing that information willy-nilly around here, anyway. ]

Unfortunately no, my dear, that's rather true, [ he says, his tone faintly self-deprecating. ] But I've been rather lucky — a little magical interference has granted me the freedom to walk about as I so wish.

[ A slight flourish of his hand, then, at the blue sky above them. ]

—Curious! Are you quite positive vampires are merely fairy tales, in your realm?

[ The idea that they wouldn't exist and yet he'd still be familiar with the concept seems funny, at the very least. ]