Oh good, they brought up the same idea.

And also tried to besmirch his good fashion sense. "Tsk, you people have no taste," Astarion plucks right back at Shen Luguang's robe.

"Sleeves like that haven't been fashionable for centuries, not even Elminster wears them anymore." Not that he'd ever seen Elminster, but he imagined it was so. Wizards made some occasional acknowledgement of how often they seemed to set themselves on fire.

"But yes, fine, I'm willing to compromise my standards for a while," he sighs. Oh, pity him, he is too beautiful for this land.