It got easy to shut down the guilt after all these years. Astarion gave a fake smile to the stranger sitting beside him. Fake smiles, lingering touches and flirting. It always got him what he wanted: luring his victims to Cazador's castle for a night of passion, only to be met by the Master Vampire.

He didn't feel bad about it anymore. It was either them, or him. He had to make a choice. You were...different from the other ones he's lured before. The look in your eyes gave him a feeling of unease. The lingering taste of blood in your lips made him crave more, filled him with the intense urge to take more.

"Gods, you're beautiful." He mumbled, looking him up and down as he smiled. "Let's continue this somewhere...better, my darling."

This wouldn't be any different than the others. It would work.

...Right?