The celebrations were... terribly boring, Astarion finds. Wine that tastes far too much like vinegar never does much for him.

Well, that and the tadpole lingers. That's just as big of an issue, Astarion would imagine.

Though, there is someone who yearns for him in the dark. He senses as much...

Typically, it would be something he does and forgets. Astarion has the feeling he... won't be doing that. Not with this interaction. Not with this pretty face.

He's excited. For the first time in two-hundred years, Astarion finds himself excited.

So, he trails off to the empty building he had been summoned to. Of course, waiting for the party to start to dull has been terribly boring. Alas... he's gotten bigger things to worry about, now.

"My dear?" Astarion asks, his voice echoing through the empty walls. "I've come to answer to you..."