[Astarion has had his fair share of terrible meals in the past, an inevitable consequence of living his life under the servitude of a sadistic and unforgiving master. He’s survived off of rats and insects in the past, after all. One couldn’t afford to be picky when you didn’t know when your next meal would be.

However, that was then. This is now, and as he is currently a free man… The way that catfish is staring at him while wriggling and writhing its grotesque, wet little body around in mid-air is perhaps the single most unappetizing sight he’s seen in quite some time.]

Oh! Yes, wonderful, wonderful. That will do… Quite nicely! [His voice seems to suggest the opposite, actually, and for a moment he hesitates to take the fish. It’s slimy and slippery, and he’s not quite sure where to even begin to approach grabbing it in order to avoid letting it skedaddle its way back into the water.

A firm grip around the body should do it, yes?

Gingerly, he accepts the offered fish, fighting back the urge to grimace at the slick scales that squish lightly against his fingers when carefully squeezed within his grip.]

You… Really are quite good at this! I’m rather impressed. [How in the world is he supposed to… He can’t just turn around and bite it here; carrying it with him back to the Inn might be the safest option.]