Mostly. There wasn't a lot of time for the investigation of one's own astonishment, before.

[ He's trying not to dwell too much on the whole "stuck in a mansion for two hundred years at the mercy of a sire who used him as a sexual object to lure food back for him to feast upon" aspect of his history, but it is difficult not to.

Scoffing a little noise, Astarion waves a hand. As if he would read something as pedestrian as romance. ]

Adventure, I suppose. Intrigue, something with a little bite to it. Romance is all well and good when you're not living it on a day-to-day basis.

[ His version of it, at least. ]