[Oh, terrible, and his mouth trembles, though he bites back his laugh in favor of trying to compete.]

Squeaking, hm? Don't promise me something you won't intend to give me, now.

[Purred out as seductively as he can as he plays the role of entranced barfly (and it's awful, isn't it, that some part of him isn't playing, but he can't help that he's so attracted to his husband). He drops the act a moment later, drawing Astarion's hand up just so he can nip chastisingly at one pale finger.]

Two out of ten. You were closer with cockbin. Though you might still lower your score if you try and work in how you'll make me meow next time.