[It wasn't like he usually raised his voice, but the idea of her stepping in Cazador's lair, maybe even being turned- he couldn't bear it. She was warm, alive, and he was going to protect that as much as he could. The man leaned down between her arms, closing his eyes for a moment and just savouring what felt like a last occasion to feel something good, to feel true warmth against his dead and cold skin. Her body was so perfect against his, but he had to move forward.]

I have all night long to leave, I think I will be as self indulgent as I want for now- as long as you will allow me.

[He listened, however, and took her words in, even if he couldn't bring himself to change his mind. This wasn't the eccentric and adventurous tale he hoped for all his life, no Drittz Do'Urden was going to dash into action to save him, no Piergeiron Paladinson who was going to invoke the might of Tyr and get rid of the evil in its own lair- all Astarion could count on was a band of people with different goals and personalities who somehow managed not to kill each other.]

Without me you will have no reason to seek Cazador, which is for the best.

I don't think you a flower, beside your beauty, no. And even if I did, there is plenty of little buds who are as dangerous as thorns. You proven yourself over and over, even if you give yourself limited credit for our success... and I will not squander your chances by being there.

[Perhaps the key was getting her to dislike him? He just needed a moment or two of preparation and could probably get that done easily.]

I know we're stronger together, I truly do, but you are overestimating how strong I actually am, I am afraid.