"Okay, maybe I was wrong about this."

Astarion hissed sarcastically as he sat against you. The two of you had been a bit too curious to visit Raphael's den while the devil wasn't there, and ended up getting caught over Astarion's one little mistake.

The two of you were now back-to-back, tied together, and sat down in the middle of a strange room which smelled of herbs and a smoke that hurt your lungs.

"Do you think you can reach for my dagger? Or are your arms too goddamn short?"