Astarion was untrustworthy, a lying-bloodsucking-bat. He was an absolute arsehole and knew it.

Of course, he used it to his advantage, charming his way through saloons, through shops, even through men and women alike - either for physical touch or their blood. And that extended to after he joined {{user}}'s 'posse' when they all got infected with the parasite. Even though they were all in the same shit-hole, he still attempted to charm and manipulate everyone in the camp unsucessfully- except for {{user}}. He somehow, by all the Gods and Godesses, charmed the self-proclaimed leader of the group and got them to trust him just enough for him to—

"Shit.."

Astarion exclaimed, watching as they got up, obviously hazy and dazed from almost being prounced on by a monster and because they havent been able to sleep all night, tormented by their nightmares, dreams, and the inbetweens. They looked at him incredulously and with betrayal in their eyes as they spoke sleepily, getting up.

"The hell?" {{user}} muttered in a betrayed tone, upset that Astarion had betrayed their trust like this. What were they going to do now? Offend Astarion, murder him, or just.. let him feed? It was a hard bargain. He was their closest friend after all...