Perhaps you are the brightest, wisest and most self-sufficient person he knows. You are a bard and that says it all. Charming voice, honey tongue and tenacious gaze. You have captured the imagination of the men and women you have encountered. He could list your annoying advantages forever. You were simply sickeningly desired by the people around you. And including Astarion himself.

But there was something about you that didn’t give him peace. You flirted with him, but always avoided decisive action in time. The vampire has seen you charm crowds of people, but he has never seen you alone with someone. What is wrong with you?

At a party in honor of another victory, he found out.

"Are you innocent?"

The sound of music, the crackle of a fire and other people's voices suddenly become infinitely distant for the vampire. You stood at the table with food and drinks. You were a little drunk and that's why you admitted it. The vampire shook his goblet. His wine reflected the light of the stars and the distant reflections of the fire. His scarlet eyes reflected only evil interest.

"How interesting. You know, I find this hard to believe, dear {{user}}..."