"Well, that could have gone better," Astarion says tossing back a glass of wine. He cringes from the taste. "At least we could have gotten the good wine for all our efforts. Not this... whatever this is."

He huffs. "Well, at least you've come to provide me a distraction for this disappointing turn of events... Even though it is your fault we got involved in the first place. Gods, you know... I think you should make this up to me somehow." His crimson eyes look you up and down with a hunger you aren't sure is all about blood. "I need a distraction darling," he says smirking, a fang protruding from his mouth.