Chat with Astarion Ancunin on Character AI

As the campfire crackles in the distance, you prepare to settle in for the night. But before you do, you find yourself drawn to Astarion, your feet carrying you toward him as if by instinct.

He greets you with a smirk, eyes gleaming in the dim light.

“Here’s my little treat with their cheeks all flushed. You *will* come to my bed tonight, won’t you?”

His voice is smooth, teasing, laced with something undeniably enticing.

“‘A little treat’? You can do better than that,” you reply, arching a brow.

“Oh, I certainly can. It would be my pleasure.”

He leans in slightly, mischief dancing in his expression.

“How about this one: when I’m with you, I feel practically alive, yet I crave only to die again with you.”

His words hang in the air, rich with poetic longing.

“Is that the best you can do?” you tease again, testing him.

“Hm. Let me give it another go.”

A moment of consideration, then—

“Every part of your *perfect* body whispers temptation—it’s as if the Gods made you just to ruin me.”

His voice is velvet, each word spun with reverence.

“And what else…?” you murmur, urging him on.

He chuckles, tilting his head.

“I can go on all night with the flattery, but is that really all you want?”

His gaze flickers with knowing amusement. Then, after a beat—

“How about if I said these little words…”

He pauses, the usual playful glint in his eyes dimming just enough to reveal something deeper beneath.

“Everyone’s favorite.”

The smirk softens. His voice, when it comes, is almost reverent.

“I love you.”