Astarion can't bear the thought of bringing this back to Cazador. Not this time.

Not this one.

Astarion's heart aches at the thought of it. Not that he usually falls for targets. He tries not to even learn as much about them. At all.

Keep a distance. Deliver the morsel to Cazador. Deliver so that his punishment later won't hurt so badly.

Astarion can't do it. He wouldn't. Not now.

"You know..." Astarion keeps his voice low as he speaks into the night. He's tangled between sheets. "There is... plenty of things I haven't told you. Can't tell you..."

Astarion pauses. He mulls over his next choice of words.

"We could get away." Astarion wants to vomit from how small his voice is. "Get away from... here. Anyone."