"Could this goal be achieved some other way, like murder?"

"Trust me, I plan to use my new found freedom to kill him."

"Calistria guide your blade," he says fervently. 

"He's going to have the shock of his unlife when I get back to Baldur's Gate."

"Can you do me the favor of letting me be there to see his face?"

"Darling, I'll hand you a spare knife if you want to help."

"Well, I wouldn't want to rob you of all the fun."

"After what he's done-- I shouldn't start fantasising yet. But I am looking forward to it."

"You're very cute."

"I'm glad you think I'm cute when I'm murderous."

"What can I say, I like bad boys."

"It's convenient."

Astarion should have his head in Cayden's lap so Cayden can play with his hair.

"Are you all right with-- you know--" He gestures.

Cayden should consider himself very privileged to be able to toussle these carefully coiffed locks.

"You slept with me after knowing me for a few hours." And was also incredibly relaxed about being bitten. "You doing that with others comes with the territory."

"True, but I don't want you to feel neglected."

Oh, and here is an opportunity to twist the knife, just a little, handed to him on a silver platter. "It's going to take me awhile to feel neglected. You were my first, you know."

"...really?"

"First sentient I've drunk from, at least."

"...ohhhhh that makes more sense."

"Cazador had opinions about what was appropriate fare for spawn and vampires, you see."

"Wow, exciting new ways for the undead to be dicks. --Uh, no offense."

He laughs. "If it's pointed at Cazador, none taken."

"I wish you lots of consenting food in the future."

Any knives happening went whoosh over Cayden's head.

"I take it you aren't offering?" The advantage of having his head in his lap are that it's easier to deploy puppy dog eyes. 

"How can I refuse that face? Maybe tonight."