Astarion glances over at Shen Luguang, as he tests the feel of another prospective addition to the wardrobe. Gods, the silks here are almost scandalously fine. "What, like Drizzt Do'Urden, Mordenkainen--" oh that's a big spider "--Lolth, Strahd von Zarovich... Any bells ringing?"

Well, a spider would explain the silks.

He's allowed to eat bugs. Maybe he could--?

Ugh, no. That one can talk.

Fine, he'll just go back to assembling a look that will go well with his skin, and what he thinks the color of his eyes probably is.