"Seduce you, sleep with you, manipulate your feelings so you would never turn on me..." Astarion sighs, running a hand through his own hair. "It was easy, distinctive..."

Astarion chuckles nervously, unsure of how to even word himself. "200 years of charming people kicked in, all you had to do was fall for it, and all I had to do was not fall for you."

Astarion shakes his head slightly. "Which is where my nice, simple plan fell apart. you're..." Astarion pauses. "you're incredible."