Collins considered that. He knew that his temper was thin these days, and that he purposefully sought out conflict for the sake of it. That he enjoyed it. But it was also his job and he prided himself on that point. That was-

Well. Astarion had his point either way. It may have been fun, but there were far more consequences here than there every had been back home. He'd been too good at getting away with it, back there. He had no hope of it, here.

"So ya just let it be." Not a question. A statement mirroring his own bitterness at what it was in this place. "And it doesn't bother ya at all? Ta give up something ya love ta do?"