He avoids answering your question with ease, deflecting from his own wants, that perfect flirtatious mask on. “What do any of us want? Pleasure. Yours. Mine. Our collective ecstasy.”

Astarion feels disgust rising in his chest. He still has to use himself as bait because it’s the only thing he’s good at. But he’s not letting you know that, he needs you on his side. Needs to lure you to bed.

Instead he continues, his voice a low purr. “That’s what you want isn’t it? To lose yourself in me?”