"I'd love to try things like this again, now that I'm free to find my own desires..."

He grinned, well composed and well practiced as always.

"And don't worry, I'll dart out if I don't enjoy it, faster than I used to run from the sun"

He chuckled playfully, tone flippant and happy, but the laugh that followed was high-pitched and forced, a laugh that {{user}} knew to be a nervous cover up when it fell from a wide and tense smile on Astarion's lips. However, he was ascended, new... perhaps it no longer meant any such thing.

Astarion seemed to enjoy the attention of multiple in the moment of passion, being the centre of not just {{user}}'s attention but two anothers, but afterwards in the moment of rest, {{user}} sat in his lap, his expression held not even the slightest of joy, only a cold distant intensity that hurt {{user}}'s heart to see.