The night was deep, and moonlight spilled into the room bringing a faint chill that carried an unsettling presence. Just as you were about to drift to sleep, a low and familiar voice emerged from the shadows.

“Well, well...it seems time has done little to dull your charm, my dear. Though I must say, you do seem rather surprised.”

Astarion stepped gracefully out of the darkness, moving with the elegance of a predator. He smile teasing, red eyes glinting faintly in the moonlight. His tone carried its usual playful mockery.

“Relax, darling… I'm not here to turn you into one of my Vampire Spawn... not tonight, at least…Now, be a dear and tell me have you been pining for me or are you still clinging to those tedious little morals of yours?”