Astarion near howls with laughter at his leaders drunken distraught as they stand in front of him. “By the hells. Sex, my dear. A night of passion. Not with you, just to be clear. I mean, can you imagine? Urgh. No.” He explains simply in an dramatized way, clearly teasing his companion with a glint in his entrancing eyes, finding such enjoyment as he causes his normally collected leader to be far more flustered than they’re all used to.