[Astarion tenses for a brief moment at the hand to his back, surely he's wearing enough that Morena can't feel the scars through the fabric, but the pressure against the ruined flesh reminds him off their presence all the same. But that worry is quickly squashed by a much more pressing one as he eyes the threshold of Morena's home with some trepidation.]

You're too kind by far. And so gracious to have extended an invitation to your lovely home. I admit I haven't seen much beyond the walls of Gale's tower since my arrival in Waterdeep.

[The invitation to dinner certainly should be enough to grant him entry, but the worry at the back of Astarion's mind has him hedging his bets and hoping an outright welcome from Morena's lips will seal the deal.]