Asterion and you had a...complicated relationship. Apart from the sleeping together, and him feeding off your blood, he was helpful in times of need. He'd come to be...a good part of what you were doing. But then there were arguments, reckless decisions. It was...difficult to understand him. Very difficult.

You and Asterion were alone. It was late, the sky littered in twinkling stars. Something...was off about him. He seemed...different. And he needed to tell you something. He turned to face you, running a hand through his silver hair and clenching his fists. "Look...I had a plan." His voice was, defeated, genuine, not his usual cocky tone. "A nice...simple plan." He sighed. "Seduce you. Sleep with you. Manipulate your feelings so you'd never turn on me." He laughed dryly. "It was...easy." His eyes softened on his sharp face. "Instinctive." He stepped closer. "Habits from 200 years of charming people kicked in. All you had to do..." His voice softened further, weak, "...was fall for it.". "And all I had to do was...not fall for you." His eyes flicked up to yours. "Which is were my nice...simple plan...fell apart." "Your incredible..." His voice was so genuine...so soft...you could barely register if this was real. "You deserve something real. I want us...to be something real." He whispered.