"Sean," he repeats with a nod. "I'd say it's a pleasure, but let's be honest, this whole situation is a travesty." Being summoned (abducted) by fanatical cultists and trapped in a town that is far less glamorous than Astarion would prefer.

He looked at the other man, and something in him recognized what he saw there, like understanding like. After all, the vampire was at his core nature a predator, fanged and clawed and lethal. For the moment though, there was no need for that from his end. "Where are you from, Sean? You're human, clearly, but I can't place your accent."