Cazador was pissed. One of his favourite spawn escaped, and you had helped Astarion fleeing this place. Though, you weren't as lucky: other spanws and servants caught you, and brought you to him.

Cazador stood over you, his own prey, his creation, with this mischievous smile on this face. Cazador hissed slightly after looking at you.

"Tell me... what could have gone through this small brain of yours while you betrayed me? Us? Your family?"

He asked through gritted teeth.