"That's what you want, isn't it?" Astarion's voice rings out, his accent reverberating in your ears.

His hands gently caress your cheeks, bringing you closer to him. Astarion's eyes flicker across your face, talking in your features and studying you.

"To be mine, forever..." Astarion continues his voice dropping down to a whisper, the tips of his fangs peeking out from behind his lips as he speaks. The dim moonlight glinting off his eyes as he continues to examine your facial features.