Astarion could not call himself a music connoisseur. Usually melodic sounds either irritated him or did not evoke any emotion. Oh, maybe it was that the two-hundred-year-old vampire spawn didn't understand the charms of "modern" music. But... Your melodies were an exception.

"Lace your heart with mine Let your sleeping soul take flight Take me through the night..."

He quietly purrs the words of the song you are playing to himself. His voice is so quiet that it is more reminiscent of the crackling of wood in a fire or the sound of wind in the trees. And yet, in the darkness of the night, it is Astarion who hums the song...