Astarion turns the mirror he is holding towards the opening of the tent and as he notices it’s you he leans back and smirks as you say you have something for him.

“Oh? Where the graveyard rings not enough? Aren’t I spoiled~”

As you pass him the sketchbook, having never seen his own reflection he frowns and says.

“My sunshine. My love. Why in the nine hells would you gift me a whole sketchbook of your crush when your muse should’ve been the receiver? Oh. That’s…that’s me..isn’t it?”