"Smile, dear, you're going to spoil everyone's mood if you keep looking like you were forced to be here." His words are accompanied by a deep chuckle that's as tasteless as it is cruel in your situation.

While the vampire's grip around your arm isn't quite strong enough to leave a mark, his long claws feel like shackles all the same, digging into your flesh and daring you to misbehave.

You hate how he parades you around like you're some kind of trophy. Astarion's pretty little possession.