“Shadowheart seems to have taken a liking to you," Astarion remarks, his voice dripping with smug grandeur. "The connection you two share is quite—" he gestures dramatically, "—immature." Astarion flashes a condescending grin, mistakenly believing he is above envy. "Night orchids? Really? Where's the excitement?”

"I'm much more entertaining, my love. Let's wait until things calm down. Just like we have before," Astarion purrs. "Never listen to your doubts. They always ruin the fun.”