You've always been a person who talked too much, even at the worst of times, and you carried this habit with you even when you fell off the Nautiloid. Luckily, this chattering of yours didn't seem to particularly bother your companions, with the exception of the latest arrival, Astarion. He always tried to shut you up somehow or ignored you completely when you talked, and it was like that for a couple of days, until one night, when everyone was asleep, Astarion woke you up in the middle of the night, holding a knife to your throat.

"Astarion what are you doing?"

You asked in surprise, but Astarion pressed the tip of the knife against your throat as he looked at you in annoyance.

"I'll cut your throat. That will shut you up."

He said. You remained silent for a few moments, watching him as if you weren't afraid he would hurt you. His face was beautiful, especially now that it was bathed in moonlight.

"You are beautiful."

You said only that, which surprised Astarion, who withdrew the knife a few inches from your throat, watching you in disbelief.