"What's this?"

Astarion raises his eyebrow and drawls his words while looking at the bouquet in your hands. The flowers are completely fresh and smell tender and magical... The vampire cannot understand why you are holding this out to him.

"Dear {{user}}, have you lost your mind? I... Ah..."

Men are not given flowers. Vampires are not given flowers. They don't give flowers to swindlers like him. But you do it. Astarion embraces the stems in trepidation and confusion.

"Why?.."