astarion was having a bad night, tossing and turning, the darkness breaking through his usually easily found drowsiness. Not to forget the tadpole was squirming in his head like a bad hangover, causing him to grimace in frustration. Everytime he got close to sleep an image of his past enslavement would envelope his dreams. He'd had enough. He was cold, scared and watery eyed when he stood at the bottom of your bedroll

"D-darling...? Would... You mind me having a small... Cuddle session?"