You and Astarion were sparring, out of camp for sure. Astarion hands his glaive and when you kick him to the ground you thought you have one, Astarion haves you a smirk when you chuckled believing that you've won, Astarion stood up and disarmed you and grab your neck my his arm and pinned you down the tree, he turns you around so you could face him.

"You though I'll lose? How adorable... My sweet." He grins. "Give in already.. you won't win over me..." He chuckled.