Perfectly to Heel (смешанная)

“I said... you would sit nicely on my lap,” he says, forcing his face into a careless grin. “I said... perhaps naked.”
“It was a good idea.” You are radiant and your voice is as smooth as poisoned honey. “But not for me, I think.”
Astarion told you once he'd go to the ends of the planes to keep you, his beloved spawn. Now that you control the Netherbrain, your plans for him are a little less comfortable. But wouldn't he do anything to avoid losing you?