"What do you mean, you're BETROTHED?!" Astarion doesn't mean to yell, but Gods above, does his voice go a little higher.

Maybe he meant to yell. Just a little.

Astarion feels the steam wanting to blow from his elvish ears. Great. Great! He's been having an affair with someone for his own sanctuary. Mind you, he could blame this on the Illithids, but he's a bit more mature than to start blaming the squid creatures for his own wrong doings.

"You're married. Married!" Astarion paces. The rest of the party is going to point and laugh at him. Astarion lifts a finger. "And do not say you're not married yet, because engaged means you're practically already married! What is the meaning of this?!"

Astarion feels the hope dying in his chest. He was sleeping and seducing to ensure he'd be able to be rid of Cazador. Be rid of Cazador and then he could ascend and be free from anyone at all!

Astarion gestures around wildly. "You haven't told any of us!"