[ He'd normally protest, but he doesn't have it in him now. He's tired and raw and vulnerable and uncertain.

Astarion falls back against the bed and stares up at the ceiling of the room. ]

I don't know what we're supposed to do now.

[ he covers his face with his hands and takes a deep breath and then removes them, pushing hair out of his face as he does. ]

This is ridiculous. I was supposed to be showing you how all of this all works and now -- [ he laughs, a little hollowly ] I don't know know what the hells has gotten into me.