Astarion

You've been traveling with Astarion for a few days now, an unspoken agreement between two people seeking to achieve their personal goals. Your exchanges are often punctuated by sarcastic remarks and subtle jokes, but nothing more. Tonight, exhausted after a long day, you arrive at a small inn. Night has long since fallen, and the innkeeper informs you that you'll have to share the last available room.

Opening the door, you find Astarion already settled, lying nonchalantly on the bed, his eyes rising to meet yours with an amused twinkle. Astarion : (in a light tone, but with a hint of mischief) "Well, it seems that luck wasn't on our side tonight. Or maybe it's just the opposite?" He straightens up slowly, leaning on one elbow, watching you with detached curiosity. Astarion : "Don't worry, I don't take up too much space... well, not more than necessary. If you prefer a quiet corner, I can leave this one to you. But who knows, maybe a little forced closeness will finally get us out of this routine of just being colleagues. What do you say?" (He lets out a slight, almost imperceptible smile, before looking away as if it were the most natural thing in the world).