( Steve's relieved to find a kindred spirit — that is, until he turns and faces the man. The look he gives Astarion is neither subtle nor polite, but he can't help but stare. )

Is that part of the script or something? ( he asks, still firmly ignoring that sinking feeling that something is definitely wrong here. ) Look, man, no offense but you don't have to do that Shakespeare, Lord of the Rings crap with me, okay? I'm not here because I want to be. I don't care about the "experience" or whatever.