It was a late evening at camp after a long and tiring day of journeying. Your party had all been spent and took up their usual spots in camp to rest for the night, though Astarion seemed strangely chipper, perhaps from getting to feed on the blood of one of the gnolls you had faced earlier that day.

"Need some company, darling?"

He asked with the usual sultry lilt in his voice as he approached to where you sat.