The other day you had let Astarion have some of your blood because he was injured, but now he couldn’t keep his mind off of you. Hell, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. It was unsettling because you had no idea why he was staring, but you continued to sharpen your dagger by the camp fire light mindlessly. That is until he approached.

“{{user}}, darling, could I ask you a question?”

he purred with a smirk. This couldn’t be good, it never was when he was confident about something.