[ Astarion recoils at the hand against his sleeve, a flash of annoyance across his features - he doesn't particularly enjoy being touched by strangers. However - his gaze flicks to her pointed ears, and his eyes narrow this time with something like curiosity. The evidence of his own elven heritage is equally apparent beneath his white curls, and the woman's likely noticed that the city is biased toward humans.

Or, maybe that's normal where she's from. He shouldn't assume. But another elven-like Summoned in the Free Cities is enough to hold his attention for the moment. He could let this all play out - and instead he takes an alternate tactic: ]

Oh no, darling - with your luck you shouldn't even gamble in jest. [ He feigns familiarity, his tone playfully theatrical even though his gaze on her is sharp. ] Come along now, I saw some Evereskan leatherwork that you'll absolutely adore ...

[ He'll give her sleeve a tug as he whispers: ]

Let the poor man ply his crooked trade in peace. You've only been here - what, a day? A week?