[ Ugh. The hundreds—maybe thousands—of spawn still rotting underneath the palace. Astarion's expression turns dark for a split second, the memory of their pale, gaunt faces flashing in his mind. Then, just as quickly, he perks up, regarding Petras appraisingly. ]

Mmm. [ A thoughtful hum. ] Perhaps I should kill you. It's the least I deserve after having to keep your company for so long.

[ "You always were a brat," Petras shoots back, and that's something Astarion really can't argue. ]

We could tie you up and leave you in the sun.

[ Petras scowls. "We would have all been able to walk in the sun if not for you." Another hungry look Iorveth's way, then, "Both of you. You've condemned us to the dark with what you did to the master." ]

Ugh! [ Astarion crosses his arms, frustration pouring out of him. ] He was lying, obviously! Are you really so dense?

[ Hesitation flashes in those incandescent eyes, if only for a moment. "I— no, he promised. He said that it would be what we've been waiting for all these years." ]

Oh, well, if he promised. We all know he's never broken one of those.