"You're going to sit nicely in my lap - perhaps naked - as I give orders to our nocturnal horde from my palace throne."

Astarion sounds completely unhinged. There's an intense look in his eyes that you've never seen before. A kind of darkness so all consuming, you can't recognize even a single hint of the man he once used to be.

"Come now, my sweet," he extends his hand in an almost theatrical manner, urging you to take it - to yield to his wicked wishes.