[ Astarion has a myriad of reasons to want this. He wants her to trust him. To protect him if it comes down to it, and it very well might. He can certainly think of worse choices to spend a night with — there's a reason he isn't out attempting to polish Gale's wizard staff, Gods forbid. Nepione is alluring in a naïve, wholesome sort of way. The kind of person who would surely be more endeared to a man who unlocked long-hidden pleasures than a pickpocketing vampire spawn.
He deftly avoids answering any questions about his own intentions, instead saying, ] You're afraid of disappointing me? Don't be.
[ The idea is almost laughable, although he doesn't say so. He's had a multitude of highly disappointing sexual encounters; anything with her could hardly come close, regardless of inexperience. She's stupidly kind. Beautiful. Wouldn't ask him to do something he doesn't want to. That alone puts her a cut above the rest. ]
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He deftly avoids answering any questions about his own intentions, instead saying, ] You're afraid of disappointing me? Don't be.
[ The idea is almost laughable, although he doesn't say so. He's had a multitude of highly disappointing sexual encounters; anything with her could hardly come close, regardless of inexperience. She's stupidly kind. Beautiful. Wouldn't ask him to do something he doesn't want to. That alone puts her a cut above the rest. ]
I only want to bring you pleasure.
[ There. Pressure to perform off. ]