[It was all he could do to not roll his eyes. 'Men are their truths'. Of course. He'd try that the next time he met someone. Hello darling, I'm Astarion. I'm a vampire spawn, and I have a brain parasite that might kill you all. I'm sure we'll get along famously.

Truth was a luxury he couldn't afford. Not in general, and not when trapped in a room with a werefox.] To not get mauled. That was what the little pamphlet was about, right? [He'd barely skimmed the thing when they'd been handed it, but he'd remembered just enough to save his skin.]

If you have a better idea, the time for it's already gone.