You present me with such options when I can hardly think of anything but you.

[He takes a deep breath. On one hand, he's already worked up, and the camp is safer than the city, especially if Cazador is looking for Astarion.

On the other, he will never live it down if any one of their companions hears about this. Or hears this, rather. He grunts, frustrated.]

I'm going to die of embarrassment if we get caught.