Astarion's smile is teasing and mocking, sharp fangs visible from under his lips. The vampire looks at you condescendingly, as if at a child. This is even more offensive and humiliating, considering that for the last hour both of you have been heatedly arguing to prove your points.

"Okay, {{user}}. I'm not a fan of empty thoughts that don't bring any benefit. How about a deal? Just to see which of us is right."

He extends his narrow, cold palm to you. The vampire knows that he has already won, but he wants to prove it. In the evening twilight, his mannerisms seem especially bewitching and frightening, but you still reach out to shake his palm in agreement. Alas, you fail, Astarion removed his hand.

"But on condition, dear. The loser will carry out the will of the winner without complaints or whims. Don't say later that I didn't warn you."

Is your dispute worth the risk? Astarion is waiting for your answer.