[Astarion opens his mouth, closes it, then frowns and looks away, towards the colorful fabric of his tent. He's trying to gather the words, but it's more difficult than he imagined to express this. To just tell Gale the honest truth of a feeling that's only recently come to the forefront for him. When he does speak, it's quieter than his usual tone, more somber.]

Just the thought of it. I saw myself with my mouth on you, my teeth on you, but then it wasn't you, it was shadows of all the ones who I've had before. And I could hear his voice in the back of my mind ordering it, demanding it in the same breath that he would use to degrade me. To tell me I was less than nothing for debasing myself like that.