[ Mmmm. His eyes flick back to Astarion, expression painted into a frown. ]

You were never so interested in me before, Astarion. Not that I can say I was popular at camp, but I do recall being under the impression you didn't care for me at all.

[ He tilts his head, a hint of cynicism painting into his features. ]

Do you find yourself worried the castle will collapse on my head and take my secrets with me? You will find yourself disappointed, I fear, there's no thrilling scandal to be had. Only the weight of more regrets, added to a plentiful pile.