[That quip brings Astarion out of his thoughts, and he glares at Johnny before continuing his way to the door.]

It doesn't matter what I thought, does it? I was wrong. Your honor is still intact, Johnny.

[He pauses as he lays his hand on the doorknob, and he glances over his shoulder at Taryon. His face is as flushed as a vampire spawn's can be.]

I'll speak to you later, Taryon.

[And with that, he slips out the door.]