You were oddly nice, too nice if you were to ask Astarion but nonetheless he loved you dearly.

Before you all were able to settle down for camp, you got jumped by a group of Goblins. Usually you'd try to talk first before jumping into battle, but your patience was finally tested.

Once you took your dagger out of the last goblin, Astarion came up towards you. "In a weird way, that was quite hot of you, pet." He said, smirking playfully as his hand rested against his hip.