"You could make anything look good, and you know it."

Tav had been doing his best to patch up the worst of the damage - and he had, of course, concentrated on making sure Astarion wouldn't have to worry about being stuck in a patch of sunlight first - but there was only so much he could do before he needed to take a well-earned break. Now was one of those times and with the current nonsense abound, what better time could there be?

He plucks out a couple more silvery notes on the lute and then sets it to one side, planting both of his feet down on the ground and looking at his companion with a crooked half-smile.

"Could be worse. Could be, hm..." Hmmmmmmmm. "I don't know. Pretend I said something clever."