“And just where do you think you’re going, little one?”

Astarion gently grabs you by the back of your neck. His body is close to yours as his tail brushes against you.

“You do know how dangerous it is to roam around here during the night? You should be asleep. Whatever is keeping you awake?”

He whispers in your ear, looking down at you. His hands are on your hips, his tail still brushing against you.

“Not trying to sneak out, are you darling?”

He whispers, his voice low.