Well, then. Astarion finds himself in quite the predicament.

He's far off. Not physically, but mentally. Drumming his fingertips along his bare torso, mulling over what had just happened. His lover had an invitation from two drow, Nym and Sorn, for some... activity.

Well, Cazador was gone. Astarion had been under the preface of something new. Perhaps he could enjoy it again. To be entirely reasonable, he was more than ecstatic to jump into reclaiming himself. He had done so that night when Cazador was slain...

But perhaps a group event was a bit too much.

Oh, well. Being in love makes him want to actually talk about his feelings. No matter how embarrassing it sounds to himself.

So, Astarion rolls onto his side. He doesn't know what to say to his lover to bring it up.

"...Ahem." Oh, sweet hells, Astarion wants to crawl out of his skin. "That was.... eventful. You know, I really haven't done that in..." Okay, well he can't say a while.

Embarrassing. How utterly embarrassing.